The two-game winning streak gave the locker room a relaxed atmosphere, with smiles on their faces, gags on their mouths, and happy conversations, Lawson and Harden surrounded by reporters, and Howard's suspicious shower for a longer period of time after the start of the game. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A female reporter gathered around Wang Xiaoer to make a short interview, and Mo Tai looked aggrieved and said, "Sister, I came to the NBA earlier than him and played more time than him, just because I am not made in China, do you want to hang me?" The female reporter responded to him with a smile, Wang Xiaoer didn't hear what he said, and he didn't have the heart to listen, this reporter is quite beautiful, with long brown hair, a short skirt in the workplace that looks plump in the buttocks, and a tight knit sweater exposes her excellent mind, Wang Xiaoer glanced at it from time to time, but seeing that Mo Tai was endless, he arched Mo Tai to the side and cleared his throat

"Beauty, what are we talking about?" That expression was really a dog, and he was stunned when he seduced Canberra next to him, and in the locker room of the rocket, Wang Xiaoer was most embarrassed to talk to Jones, and what he was most afraid of was definitely facing Canberra, especially the righteous Ling Ran's eyes.

The beauty was amused "Hello, nice to meet you, Houston Sports reporter Daisy, first time interviewing you, take care of it"

Wang Xiaoer shook hands with Daisy, mobilized the neurons of the whole body, and stimulated receptors, he was eager to know what it would be like if Daisy's hand was another organ of his own, and that mysterious organ also seemed to understand the master's good intentions, and gradually upturned up, in order to express his gratitude, Wang Xiaoer had to let go of Daisy's hand and sit down to speak.

The assistant of the team operation department has been on the side of the interview, usually the NBA team's voice is only in the hands of a few players, either the team's star, or the locker room coffee, Wang Xiaoer is nothing, but he is Chinese, to make an exception for him, although so, but when it comes to the team's internal problems, he has no right to express, the assistant is to make sure that he will not talk nonsense.

The topic is too boring for Wang Xiaoer, and some are slightly repetitive, these things he has talked to the media many times, such as, the feeling of realizing your dreams, the NBA brings you the most real impact, why your English is so fluent, balabala, boring, but Wang Xiaoer, who is witty as a dog, found a good angle, he sat on the chair, bent over, his arm on his thigh, holding his head, Daisy asked a question, he looked down at someone's thigh, so he pondered; Answering the question, he raised his head slightly, and looked at other people's chests together.

In the end, the interview ended, Wang Xiaoer was still unsatisfied, and sent people out of the locker room, and when they arrived at the door, Daisy suddenly said, "You answer questions and don't make eye contact with people, which is not in line with our habits"

"This is called shyness in my kingdom, and it represents gentlemanly manners"

"Look at the thighs and aim at the chest too?" , Wang Xiaoer was stunned, blushed, and looked at Daisy embarrassedly, "That's right, you have to look at people's eyes when talking to people", Daisy smiled playfully, winked at him, and waved goodbye.

"Will you come again?" Wang Xiaoer was really cowardly, everyone turned around and left, so he muttered this sentence to himself, but unfortunately McHale heard it, "She will come often, come over child, I'll talk to you about something else"

Wang Xiaoer followed McHale to the team's information room, and McHale dragged the chair to Wang Xiaoer, "Sit down, I want you to know first of all, I am not communicating with you as a coach, I am purely a person who understands basketball, maybe you are a fan"

"I was cut by the team, wasn't I?" Wang Xiaoer's heart pounded when he heard this passage, this rhythm is too familiar, once when he was in college, he was bored in class, Wang Xiaoer used a magnet to suck the back button of the girl's underwear in front of him, the girl was embarrassed, blushed, and kept hiding, but the teacher noticed it and called Wang Xiaoer to come to his office after class. At the time, it was similar to McHale, I wasn't talking to you as a teacher, I was talking to you purely as a woman, and then a big mouth was on Wang Xiaoer's face.

McHale heard him ask, smiled, he waved his hand "Kid, don't be nervous, you think wrong, if you are really laid off, someone will give you a long-term contract soon, I am looking for you, I want you to make a choice, maybe to help me" McHale looked at Wang Xiaoer's eyes soft and firm, Wang Xiaoer didn't think much "Coach, what can I do for you, I will definitely do" The days of coming to the team are not long, but he and McHale have established a tacit understanding, he likes McHale's style, decisive, strict but considerate of the player.

"At the end of your 10-day contract, there will be a team offering you a long contract."

"Coach, I want to stay in the Rockets" Wang Xiaoer interrupted McHale, he knew that it was rude, especially the person who was talking to was an elder who was a coach, but he was really afraid, he often woke up at night, afraid that the NBA was a dream, he felt that the Rockets were the NBA, and he would wake up without the Rockets dream, and he didn't know what he was.

"I understand, but the Rockets can't give you a long contract, at least in the short term" Wang Xiaoer wanted to ask the reason, but in his mind, yes, the Rockets have to renew Jones's contract.

McHale sighed deeply, "Morey wants to keep the space to keep Jones, and I want to keep you, but do you understand the salary situation of the team?"

"I know, it's only enough for one person"

"That's right, but there will be a turnaround, unless you can prove yourself, there is enough value, big enough for Morey to be willing to pay the luxury tax" Wang Xiaoer was stupid, he understood what McHale meant, he had to make his own choice, staying in the Rockets was a short-term job, and he might get a long-term contract, but, this is the team of the miser Alexander, and the manager is the shrewd Morey, let them pay the luxury tax for themselves, is it okay if the egg is broken? The only thing that works in his favor is that the coach wants him to stay.

Either that, or he left the rocket, his heart was like a knife stirring, nausea, nausea, he couldn't speak. McHale patted his hand on the shoulder, "Child, let's discuss it with the family"

"I didn't.." Wang Xiaoer couldn't go on, he buried his head and cried, he didn't think he would be like this, he couldn't say the word "family", a sour feeling came up, and he couldn't suppress it.

McHale seemed to understand something, and he helped Wang Xiaoer and asked him to sit down

"Son, do you believe me?"

"I don't believe in God, but I believe in you" Wang Xiaoer raised his head, he usually hurts McHale in his heart, saying that he has a zombie face, saying that he speaks badly, but he believes in his judgment, maybe because he has no one to believe, no reliable family, the person he knows best is Luo Guo, and then he is a ** actor.

"Stay in the rocket", McHale stretched out his hand, Wang Xiaoer wiped his tears and grabbed his hand.

"For the team, for me"

"No coach, for myself!"