The Pacers' team bus was greeted by Pistons fans when it first left the airport, rotten eggs and rotten vegetables were thrown in the car, Artest had a bit of a migraine since the last game, and was about to open the window to get some fresh air, when a rotten egg bloomed on the glass.

"Enjoy it, bitch, I prepared a hundred catties of eggs, and it took a week to dry this smell!" A fan with a big waist and a tattooed face scolded with his middle finger, "Welcome to hell, soft eggs, waiting to be crushed by us!" ”

Artest had a hot temper and pushed the car door to get out of the car to get out of the car, but O'Neill Jr. and Harrington hurriedly grabbed him, Miller was expressionless, and only those who knew him well could see the murderous aura on his face.

"It's not the first time you've been to Detroit, Ron, don't you know what virtues these bitches are?" Little O'Neill persuaded bitterly, the key is that he can't get out of the car, hundreds of fans are around, and the door can be buried by rotten eggs.

Fortunately, Carlisle had previously coached in Detroit, and he thought that some Pistons fans would save face, so he opened the window and waved for the fans to get out of the way.

Very face-saving, the fans did not treat him with rotten eggs, which made Carlisle a little proud, and pretended to be sentimental and said: "Actually, guys, we should forgive them, after all"

A large wooden plaque was held up by the fans with the words: "Carlisle, bitch-raised, Detroit traitor, fuck off!" ”

"Ouch, guys copy guys, go down and them for me!" Carlisle took off his costume and scolded.

The fans surrounded the Pacers' bus, shouting insults and not letting them go anyway.

Fortunately, the Pistons' administrator was with him the whole time, and he called Dumas, and Huaben and Billups drove over, stepped in to distract the emotional fans, and finally got the Pacers' bus out of the airport.

"Are the Indians so poor? How did they drive a truck that hauled vegetables? Hua Ben looked at the bus away and said with a smile, the bus was full of vegetable leaves and egg whites, and the smell was overwhelming, it really looked like a vegetable car.

Billups said depressedly, "You idiot, Ben, this car is what we provided them, it's our car!" ”

"Damn, the team is too bad, how can we get such a truck to receive our opponents?" Hua Ben was still smiling.

The fans surrounded the core of the team's inner and outer lines in the middle, and Huaben kindly signed autographs or took group photos.

A young man dressed in clothes asked loudly: "Ben, we must win the championship this year, we haven't reached the finals for 14 years!" ”

The surrounding fans echoed in unison, and a middle-aged fan shouted: "Yes, Ben, since Mr. Assassin retired, our team has become a fish belly, and we must enter the finals this year!" ”

Hua Ben raised his hand and swore: "If I can't win the championship this year, then I won't look for a daughter-in-law, when will I win the championship and when will I get married again!" ”

Billups was shocked by this, brother, you are so determined, well, there is a kind!

Huaben's words also calmed the reporters, and a group of media people excitedly stretched the recorder forward, which is good news: when the Pacers players come to Detroit, the reporters must accompany the interview, so many of the onlookers are reporters.

For Hua Ben's words, the fans applauded warmly, the whistle sounded, and many fans with the surname of the girl still wanted to come up and kiss the two.

In the past, Billups would have welcomed these female fans, but since being featured in the team's promotional pre-playoffs by the H5N1 female patient, his private life is now much cleaner, especially in public.

"Let's go, Ben, we still need to train." Billups looked like a role model for the players, dragging Huaben into the car.

Hua Benzheng is happy, how enthusiastic the fans are, especially those female fans, who give him a kiss.

As the car drove up the highway, Warburn's cell phone rang, and he was driving, unable to answer the phone, so he gave Billups an elbow and asked him to answer the call for him.

Billups took out his mobile phone, looked at the phone and said ambiguously: "It's baby No. 1, do you want me to answer it?" ”

Hua Ben was stunned, Baby One is the nickname of Bell he stored, I don't know what this girl is calling herself, she went to Los Angeles yesterday, it seems that there is something urgent.

"Hurry up, it's Christine's." Hua Ben was afraid of delaying something, so he hurriedly said.

Billups answered the phone, but before he could speak, Bell's high-decibel voice had already sounded: "Ben, why did you answer the call from my mother?" Bastard, I hit several just now, why don't you pick it up?! ”

Hua Ben leaned up to speak, but a truck roared across the street, so frightened that he hurriedly hit the steering wheel, and when he staggered over, a bearded man poked out of the truck: "Boy, it's great to drive a Humvee?" Damn, look good at your road, or Lao Tzu will kill you! ”

Billups was also frightened, and pushed Huaben's head back, saying, "I'll ask you what's the matter, you drive well."

Without him asking, Bell had already explained everything: "Ben, Jessica is pregnant!" Damn, tell me, what's going on?! ”

The Nokia microphone was very good, Bell was talking on the other end, and even if she didn't turn on the speakerphone, Warburn and Billups could hear her.

As soon as he heard this, Huaben, who was full of relaxation and comfort, slammed on the brakes, and his expression was replaced by horror and disbelief.

"Squeak" thick tires rubbed against the asphalt road, and a thick black carbon black mark appeared on the road, Billups was caught off guard, and his slender head hit the car at once, and began to cry wolf: "Mom, I was hit on the head, bastard, you bastard, my handsome and handsome and tough appearance was almost ruined by you!" ”

Billups howled so loudly that it was heard by Bell even through the microphone. I only heard Bell ask suspiciously, "Ben, who are you with?" This guy is really scratchy, do any of your friends be handsome and dashing? ”

Huaben stopped the car and grabbed the phone, and asked nervously, "Christine, what did you just say?" ”

Bell's voice stopped, and then asked word by word: "I said, Jessica is pregnant, tell me, what's going on!" ”

These words destroyed a little luck in Hua Ben's heart, and he asked with a thief heart: "This, why are you asking me to do it?" Should I ask Jessica, right? "Damn, isn't it, a shot? An arrow through the heart? 100 steps through Yang? I'm so unlucky, and my marksmanship is so accurate?

Bell said gloomily: "Yes, Jessica wants me to ask you!" ”

Hua Ben bet that if this was in front of him, Bell would have already started to ask with a gun.

"Well, what are you talking about, I can't hear clearly, stinging, stinging, the signal is not good!" Billups saw Wabbon waving a cell phone around the car, his mouth moving farther and closer to the microphone, occasionally mimicking some jumbled sounds.

"Hello dear users, because of signal problems, this call is coming to an end, we apologize for the inconvenience caused" Hua Ben pinched his throat and imitated the voice of the customer service officer, and it was a female voice!

Billups is messy.

Buckling the phone, Huaben directly deducted the battery, and waited until it was quiet before he covered his face and began to think about what Bell said. Jessica is pregnant, and considering the girl's style, it is likely to be his species. However, he is just a spring breeze with Jessica overnight, and after all, he doesn't know if there is no spring breeze, why is he so pregnant?

On the other side of the phone, Bell heard the pretentious female voice that looked like a male duck was crowing, her expression was gloomy like never before, she dialed back the phone, but the prompt tone said that it couldn't get through, and this time the voice was much better.

Alba came out of the bedroom with a pretty face with an indescribable haggardness, and when she saw Bell angrily holding her phone, she showed a heartbreaking smile and asked, "What did you say?" ”

Belle raised her eyebrows and was about to drop the phone, Ben said a fart, but she rolled her eyes and sighed: "Ben confessed, he asked me to say sorry to you, he said he would come to see you soon and would be responsible for what he did." ”

Alba sat down on the sofa in despair, his big eyes dull, and whispered, "I'm sorry? Charge? How to be responsible? He ruined me, that bastard! ”

Bell was furious in an instant, her words were deceitful to Alba, and the simple latter really fell for it, but the news she said made her extremely angry: When did the dog man and woman hook up? It's too much, right? Have you put yourself in your eyes?

Just looking at Alba, who used to be bright and moving, is now shattered, her golden hair is dry like weeds, and she can't bear to blame her closest girlfriend. God, why did you make so much of this happen to me? Bell wanted to cry without tears, in her little brain, of course, she thought of her friends and best friends hooked up with her behind her back and did something sorry for herself, but she didn't think of anything else.

Time passed slowly in confusion and misunderstanding.

On May 27, 2004, Game 3 of the Eastern Conference Finals was played, and the Pacers would play two games in a row in Detroit.

In the Pistons' locker room, reporters had just left, pregame interviews were over, and the players were bragging and farting together. Winning two games in a row, the Pistons players were still quite easy, and their promotion was almost a foregone conclusion, and no team in the NBA semifinals had ever equalized the score after losing two games in a row.

Wabbon sat on the bench with a frown, a pair of oversized Wende sneakers at his feet, but he didn't bother to stuff his feet in.

Prince was more careful, and he could see Huaben's slump at a glance, he sat down and asked, "What's the matter, boss, we're going to advance soon, aren't you happy?" ”

Hearing what Prince said, Mirisic and the others found the frowning Huaben, Rashid threw the baseball cap over and smashed it on Huaben's head, and smiled: "Hey, brother, are you pretending to be cool?" There's no chick here, who are you pretending to show it to? ”

ps: Thank you Zhong Muchen for the reward, madman brother, wo, and the brother of the bad chaff wife, and thank you for the full score evaluation vote of the bad wife brother. I want to thank the Super Dark Little White Brothers for their continuous chapter gifts, how many people seem to receive them? What's with?! The genuine version is so unpopular now?!

Yesterday was the birth of our competitive basketball god Zhong Muchen, alas, the fat man doesn't know, otherwise I have to send you a car and a house or something as a congratulatory gift, hehe, I owe it.

(To be continued)