Shortly after the game, I had just finished changing my clothes and walked out of the locker room when I was blocked by Shaq at the door.

"What's the matter?"

I looked at this guy with a bewildered expression.

"I'll admit that you played pretty well in the game today, but the bet between us was still valid, didn't you look at the scoreboard, and I still seemed to have 40 points and 20 rebounds in the end."

"Huh?"

I'm really a little stupid now, I've been immersed in the memories of today's excellent performance in today's game, but I forgot to look at the statistics of Shaq, did he really get 40 points and 20 rebounds?

"We seem to have a gamble."

I said with a little humility.

"Forget it, for the sake of you passing me two good balls today, I won't ask you to do anything too much, but tonight I will have a party in the most famous nightclub in Los Angeles, my request is very simple, you can come and celebrate with everyone at that time."

While I was thinking about how to refute this guy, his huge figure had already gone far away, and at the end he didn't forget to go back and remind me again that I must come as early as possible.

I looked at his departing back a little confused, I didn't know what I was thinking, not thinking about whether to go, after all, I would definitely go if I was willing to gamble and lose, but I really didn't understand why Shaq suddenly became much more friendly, okay, even if Shaq and Kobe Bryant are two kinds of people who don't get along, but after all, we still have to fight together for many years, and it's not bad to be able to maintain a good relationship with Shaq as much as possible.

I looked at the watch I was wearing, it was already 8 o'clock in the evening US time, and this guy didn't say which nightclub it was, it seemed to just tell me that it was the most famous nightclub in Los Angeles, Nima, how do I know which nightclub in Los Angeles is the most famous.

Forget it, I'll take a taxi straight there, since it's the most famous nightclub in Los Angeles, then these experienced veteran drivers must be quite clear.

An hour later, I walked out of the cab in a casual suit and saw a huge neon sign with a few big letters written on it: playhouse.

I'm not sure this is what Shaq calls the most famous nightclub in Los Angeles, but I can only choose to trust a wave of old Los Angeles taxi drivers.

If it's not here, I'm too lazy to look for it, and I'll go home directly, and if the fat man asks, I'll tell the truth, but I didn't find it, isn't this reason sufficient?

As soon as I walked to the door of the nightclub, I saw a familiar figure, this figure was not Shaq, but the obscene uncle Byron with a mustache. Scott, dressed in a rather fancy outfit and holding a glass of red wine, was chatting with a blonde girl with long legs.

I shook my head, it seemed that I had found the right place, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly, should I be happy or sad about this, but now that I am an American, of course, I can't care about so many things like in my previous life, shouldn't I be a human being when I should have fun?

I sat down at a bar with fewer people, and then ordered a cocktail, and the noise around me was quite noisy, and the waiters were all blonde girls, who looked good, even more eye-catching than the cheerleading girls at Staples' home stadium.

"Can I sit here?"

As I was holding my glass, a female voice pulled me back from my thoughts.

"Absolutely."

I tried to be a gentleman, but soon her big charming eyes made me a little distracted again, and the reason for this was because she looked a lot like an American female star I liked in my previous life, but it was also a shame to say that I didn't even know the name of the female star I liked until the end of my previous life.

I looked away from her in some embarrassment, and instead wanted to find Shaq, didn't he say that he was going to have a big party here, so where did he, the hero of tonight, go?

"You're Kobe, this year's rookie of the Los Angeles Lakers, you know we are all looking forward to your performance, don't care about the draft position, okay, except for Iverson, you are definitely better than the other players before you."

"I'll just think you're complimenting me, will you also come to the scene to watch the game?"

"Of course, my girlfriend and I bought tickets to the Lakers' home court for the whole year, with Shaq and you joining the Lakers, we see the hope of the Purple and Gold dynasty rising again, and we believe you will be able to do it."

All of a sudden, I found myself surrounded by a lot of people who claimed to be Lakers fans, and the blonde woman sitting next to me was smiling at me, and then she made a request that I didn't expect.

"Can you sign me?"

The blonde beauty took out a lipstick out of nowhere, and then took off her already cool vest and wore only one underwear, she turned her back and motioned for me to sign my name on her snow-white back.

My brain was a little dizzy, and the snow-white back made me a little flustered, and it wasn't until I finished signing with lipstick that my brain slowly came back to my senses, and the cheers around me kept coming.

"Lakers Championship!"

"Lakers Championship!"

Then the lights in the entire nightclub dimmed all of a sudden, and the surrounding sounds quieted down suddenly, only to see a fast-moving stage light suddenly appear not far away, and the light flickered for a moment before stopping on a black thing.

"Damn, scare me, it turned out to be him."

I saw Shaq turn and jump 180 degrees on the spot, like a magician, he took out a hat and a long stick from somewhere, and at this time he was dancing, while humming some kind of rap song in his mouth, and his feet were nimble dancing a fast-paced dance similar to tap dance.

It's really hard to associate his massive body with lightness, but that's one of the most surprising things about this guy, as the fireworks burst out, creating a mist that instantly obscures Shaq's figure.

The light flickered and flickered, and then flickered and flickered, but nowhere could you still see Shaq's figure.

Just when the people around were looking left and right for Shaq's figure, they saw that the guy fell from the sky, jumped from the roof of the nightclub, and did a perfect somersault before landing.

Something! I couldn't help but sigh.

The cheers around me reached its peak in an instant, and I was infected by this strong joyful atmosphere, and immediately lowered my head and took a big sip of red wine in my glass.