Seeing Jessica drink half a glass of whiskey in one go, and didn't seem to feel anything at all, I couldn't help but wonder if the whiskey in this bar was mixed with water, so I motioned for the waiter to hand me a glass of whiskey.

The liquor was like a fire in my throat, and it felt really sour, and Jessica immediately laughed out loud when she saw my expression, and I was a little embarrassed to squeeze out a wry smile, not only did the whiskey in this bar not participate in the water, but I felt that it was a little more violent than the average whiskey.

Just when I didn't know what to say, several huge figures happened to pass in front of me and Jessica, they were humming and singing some rap songs from time to time as they walked, I took a closer look at these guys are not Shaq and a few other teammates of the Lakers, and their expressions are also quite pleasant, and several of them are accompanied by a few blonde and blue-eyed, hot girls.

I was wearing a Batman mask, so they didn't recognize me even when they walked right in front of me, and they looked like they were going deeper into the bar.

If you just look at the door of this bar, you can't imagine what is hidden in it, in fact, this bar is much bigger than the average bar, because it's not just one or two floors, there are more than just bars.

When Jessica and I walked down the stairs behind Shaq and the others, we found that there were even casinos, dance halls, hotels, and other projects in the entire underground world, and I realized that this place was like a hub for nightlife, and as long as you have money, you can find all kinds of fun here.

Now that I think about it, there may be some deeper reasons why Shaq chose this place, as for what it is, it would be good to ask him personally when he has a chance in the future, and Shak's character is not the kind of person who likes to hide and tuck.

When Jessica and I followed Shaq to the bottom of this underground world, they were suddenly enveloped in all kinds of different colors of light, and even through Batman's mask, I felt that these lights were a little too brilliant and easy to illuminate people's heads.

Jessica didn't seem to be bothered like this, at least she was more excited and happy, and when the dynamic music started, the surrounding light dimmed, and a few seconds later, with a loud roar, similar to WWE's shocking entrance sound, a huge stage light began to shine down from somewhere on the roof, and began to travel around the venue.

After the bang, the surroundings immediately entered the darkness, and many people exclaimed, but a second later, the stage light appeared again, and directly found the stage in the center of the entire hall, only to see a huge figure in a black cloak slowly stand up from a squatting position.

He held a microphone in his hand, and several hot beauties suddenly appeared around him, and these beauties danced rhythmically around the huge body.

The music in the hall is very penetrating and powerful, and you can even feel your heart trembling to the beat of the music, as if these sounds do not enter your body through the eardrum, but directly penetrate your skin and muscles, and directly act on your internal organs and bones.

And this kind of music is not the kind of low-grade rock music, I can feel the power contained in it, it is the vitality of the people who make it, and I don't know much about the music that can achieve this effect.

Of course, I know that the person standing in the middle of the stage at this time is Shaq, but his stage performance ability completely exceeds my expectations, in fact, this point is also compared with himself, compared with the last time Shaq's solo performance, this time the combination of stage and music effects has reached a new level, I believe that many professional singers have not reached his current state.

And this kind of stage appeal can be contagious, it can make the people around you unconsciously enter a certain state of excitement, so that people can put aside the constraints and troubles in ordinary life, and devote themselves to a release of inner energy and emotions.

Jessica couldn't hold her body anymore, and she pulled me directly into some pretty hot dances, in fact, the crowd around me had already completely let herself go with the shocking music.

I could feel the energy of the crowd, the people influencing each other, superimposing all kinds of joy and vitality, and unleashing themselves with dance and roaring.

Shaq's energy seemed to be endless, but I felt a little tired, and when I turned on my phone, I realized that it was almost two o'clock in the morning.

I almost dragged and hugged Jessica out of the bar, and although I have to admit that Shaq's party was a great success, I can't afford to waste any more time here, after all, I still have to find enough time to train my skills, and I have to understand that my talent is far inferior to that of Shaq, so I have to put in more effort to train my skills to have a chance to become a real superstar, and I have to learn to be disciplined like the real Kobe.

Thinking of this, I silently sent Jessica home, and after making sure that she was asleep, I drove back to my home, at this time it was already half past three in the morning, and Los Angeles at four o'clock in the morning did not expect it to be like this, I shook my head and smiled bitterly.

In order to get back to my senses from the party I had just had, I even took a cold shower, and when the cold water gave me goosebumps on my arms, I finally felt my brain back in my control, and the excitement of the ice water made me no longer remember the effect of Shaq on me.

I slept soundly this night, and I didn't even have a dream that I could remember, and when I looked at the time of twelve o'clock displayed on my phone, I hurriedly got up from the bed, and I remembered that the Lakers had a team-wide training camp this afternoon.

Shaq is really a big hole, knowing that the team has a training camp today, and he has to fly to Phoenix later, and he has to call so many teammates to his party, and last night I left at two o'clock in the morning, and God knows what time this party was held for them.

I hurriedly ate some beef and salad, and drove to the Staples Arena, the team training time is about three o'clock, and I want to go to the stadium earlier to train by myself for a while, many times I will find that there is a big difference between training alone and training with everyone, not that individual training is better than team training, but only when you train individually can you really establish your own basketball style, many seemingly very simple moves need to pay countless sweat behind it, countless boring trainings.

When I was walking around the basketball court while shooting the ball, my eyes were even closed, not only to exercise my sense of the ball, but also to completely empty my mind and allow myself to enter a meditative state.

I found that when I really cleared my mind, forgot about Jessica, Shaq, and everything, and just relied on my physical instinct to control the basketball, my other senses became more acute, my sense of touch, hearing, and balance were strengthened, and even when I closed my eyes, I was able to present a special scene in my mind, as if I could make the scene around me appear in my mind through my senses.

From dribbling with my eyes closed to shooting and shooting free throws with my eyes closed, I tried my best to explore this feeling of myself, the potential of our human brain is very huge, especially the so-called sixth sense, I was not very interested in these things in my previous life, but when I have Kobe's physical talent, I will understand that when my mental concentration reaches a certain height, the spirit can really have a huge impact on the body and everything around me.

Half an hour after I arrived at the stadium, a second person finally appeared, and this person was none other than Shaq, who noticed his very obvious dark circles from the first time he stepped into the arena, maybe this guy just played all night at the bar and then came here without sleeping.

"Shaq?"

"yes, I can't see that you're working hard, rookie!"

"I have a name, my name is Kobe. Bryant instead of a rookie! ”

"It depends on how Uncle Ben feels, but don't you think a rookie is much more palatable than your Bryant or something?"

"I don't think you can call me Kobe Bryant, not a rookie."

"By the way, you went to Backstreet Daddy last night."

Shaq said rather lightly.

"Of course, of course I didn't, why should I go to your party, I went to your party last time because I lost a bet to you, what reason do I have to go this time?"

"Haha, you're lying a little silly, let me guess the guy with the Batman mask last night should be you, and the beautiful woman standing next to you dressed as Catwoman should be my distant cousin Jessica, your body shape and hairstyle are so easy to recognize, next time if you plan to disguise yourself, you'd better use a little bit of heart."

I touched my head with my hand and realized that the exploding head on top of my head was indeed a little too conspicuous.

"Anyway, your party isn't going to be an all-nighter, is it?"

"How is that possible, no matter how good my fitness is, I can't dance for that long, but the all-night is true, the party ended at four o'clock in the morning, and then I pulled those guys to play cards."

"Those guys? I don't think it's Eddie Jones, Horry, or Scott. ”

"Almost, I told them not to go home, if they were in bed at this time, where would they be able to get up."

"No wonder you, who have always been dismissive of training, came so early, you were afraid that you wouldn't be able to get up if you fell asleep, and I don't know how this guy Harris would feel when he saw that half of the people in this afternoon's training session were missing."

"Whatever he wants, there's nothing to train in, our Lakers team is really no one of our opponents except for the Bulls led by Jordan a little bit, and it's good to just play casually in the regular season, and I'll teach those guys to be human beings when the playoffs start."

"You brag, how do I remember that you were shaved in the playoffs!"

"It was an accident!"

"Once or twice may have been an accident, you count how many times you've been shaved since you entered the league!"

At this time, the expression on Shaq's face became a little terrifying, and I saw him rush towards me with a loud roar, and I naturally began to speed up and run.

Shaq wasn't slow, but it wasn't easy to catch up with me.

"You kid don't run, if you have the ability, go head-to-head with me, by the way, didn't you want to find me to go head-to-head last time, how about this time I think it's a good time."

Hearing this, I gradually slowed down.

"You haven't slept all night, and it's not interesting to fight you now even if you win."

"You really treat yourself as a green onion, even if I don't sleep for three days and three nights, I can easily beat you."

Shaq had a triumphant expression on his face, looking at the deep sunken circles around his eyes, I really didn't believe that he could beat me for three days and three nights without sleeping, but I thought that this was indeed a good opportunity to fight Shaq, after all, this guy is notoriously lazy, and it is almost impossible to see him come to the arena early at other times.

"Okay, I'll accept your challenge, what's the rule?"

"The rules, the rules are still the same as ordinary heads-up, let's play 21 balls, ordinary two-point shots count as one point, three points count as two points, if you are accurate enough to score three points, you still have a chance to win me."

I thought about it for a moment and didn't seem to have anything else to say, so I nodded and agreed.

"Do you need to warm up, I've been practicing here for a while, don't be a fool if you can't play later."

"What do you need to warm up?"

Shaq still looked confident, and didn't seem to take me seriously at all.

Well, since Shaq is so arrogant, I'm going to give him some color today anyway.

I was the first to serve, I didn't rush to attack at the beginning, but focused on observing Shaq's defensive habits, but obviously this guy really didn't take me into account at all, and directly gave me the outside line completely empty, and stood directly under the basket, the expression on his face seemed to say to me, I will admit it if you shoot me today.

Looking at his expression, a nameless fire welled up in my heart, and I felt that I was not so bad, and dared to despise me so much, and I had to teach him a good lesson.

Since Shaq doesn't come out to defend, then I'll shoot him directly with three points to make him cry.

I stared at the basket with both eyes and jumped to the three-point line with all my might.

When the basketball crossed the sky, it flew towards the basket at a high speed, but what made me vomit blood was that the three-point shot seemed to have entered the range of the hoop, but it seemed to be a little over-spinning, and it was constantly spinning in the basket, and it didn't go in after an unknown number of circles.

Shaq was a little anxious under the basket, but he eventually held back and didn't play with the basketball with his hands, and I would have been happy if he did, because it would have been a defensive interference and I would have been able to get the opening two points.

Finally, the basketball spun out after an unknown number of laps in the hoop, and I gasped deeply, wondering how I could have met with this on my first ball.

Then it was Shaq's offensive round, and I saw him dribbling the ball leisurely outside the three-point line, and I didn't go up to the pressure defense, because I was still constantly watching Shaq's eyes, because if he was going to fake then it didn't make any sense to just pay attention to his hand movements, and his eyes couldn't lie, and if I was sharp enough, I could tell where he was going next.

Then all my considerations were actually superfluous, because he didn't have any superfluous feints at all and didn't hide any of his thoughts, and I realized at this time that Shaq's dribbling ability and ball protection awareness were better than I thought, and even this guy's footwork was extremely agile, no slower than many defenders.

I had a good chance to steal Shaq's dribble, but in the end I missed it because of a moment of hesitation, and when he got to the free throw line with his back to the line, I couldn't stop his offense at all.

I just gave up on defending because when I was blocked behind by his huge body, I didn't have any chance, and even if I used all my strength, I couldn't shake his body in the slightest.

You must know that those interior players who are not smaller than Shaq have no way to deal with him, whether it is David Robinson, Mutombo, Ewing, or even the big dream Olajuwon, they are very difficult to defend Shaq one-on-one.

The basket was pulled down under Shaq's tremendous weight and strength, and then the force of the rebound kept it from calming down for a long time.

To be honest, I'm starting to feel a little weak now, Shaq is so scary even if he doesn't sleep all night, what chance do I have to defeat him?

I dribbled the ball from beyond the three-point line, and Shaq was still crouching under the basket with an indifferent attitude, without the slightest appearance of defense, and even in the official game, this guy prefers to stay under the basket rather than defend it.

Players in this era are still more hesitant to shoot three-point shots, and will not hesitate to shoot as long as there is an opportunity like the later small-ball era, and the three-point shots of most teams have not become a conventional tactical weapon, more often they will only shoot when the opportunity is particularly good, or when the team is behind too many points, it will be used as a weapon to chase points.