The game is over.

1o5:94

The Wizards won the game, which was beyond the expectations of all pundits.

Jordan scored a game-high 31 points and Hamilton scored 2o.

I finished with 9 points, 16 rebounds, 6 blocks, 4 steals, 4 assists, and I was well-rounded.

Jordan was named Man of the Match, went to the press conference with Collins, and I went to the locker room with Hamilton and the others, took a hot shower, and changed clothes.

"The latest news, the latest news, someone has a late night snack!" Chris Whitney was the first to walk out of the locker room as soon as he got dressed, and immediately folded back and shouted as soon as he entered the locker room.

"Chris, who's in for a treat?" Christian Leitner said as he got dressed.

"Michael got someone to spread the word that he would have a late night snack tonight!" Chris Whitney said with a smile.

"Really?" Tyrone Lu asked, "Where did you go?" ”

"He said he wasn't very familiar with Washington, so let's find a place!" Chris smiled evilly: "What do you say about going to Beston?" ”

"You're amazing, the chick there is the most punctual time!" Tyrone Lux's face was lewd.

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Beston.

I always thought it was a Western restaurant, but when I arrived, I found out that it was a famous striptease nightclub in Washington. Chris Whitney and Tyrone Loot were clearly regular customers, and before they could stop the car, they beckoned the nightclub security guard to order a drink.

Jordan, Lightner, Hamilton and others are clearly familiar with this kind of scene.

Loud music, sexy beauties, hoarse DJs, swinging on the dance floor, debauchery in the hallways and restrooms.

My lips are a little dry, which is a bit too big for someone with Eastern traditions.

Second floor, single room, richly decorated single room. Through the glass, the qiē downstairs seemed so clear, and the plump bodies of the beauties caused a wolf to praise loudly.

Grilled steaks, pizzas, fruits, breads, caviar, and a whole host of other foods were served, and glasses of wine were brought by the waiter.

"Give me a glass of juice, thank you!" I said to the waiter with a smile.

"Poof!" Leitner spit out the wine that was in his mouth and tasted its flavor.

"Kwame...... Cough! Cough! You wouldn't have drunk a bar? Lightner said coughing.

I shrugged my shoulders and pretended to be helpless and said, "I have a very upset stomach after drinking, it's a physical reason, there is no way, maybe I don't have anything to do with wine!" ”

"Kwamei, you're astonishing! You can't even drink! Oh my God, God must be mistaken! ”

"Kwame, you know what a wonderful thing you've missed, and I'm sure you must be regretting why God didn't give you a stomach to taste the wine!"

"Sorry for you! Kwame! Jordan stood up, raised his glass and said:

"Today's game, it was perfect, all the pundits were saying that the Kings were going to win, that our Wizards were at the bottom of the league, but what I'm going to say now is this: what they say is fucking shit. We're a team with great goals, we're a playoff team, we've got the great pick Kwame Brown, the great pitcher Richard Hamilton, the great power forward Christian Leitner, the cutest sports car Tyrone Luc, and of course our great bench bandits Chris Whitney, Alexander, Jeer Jones, Bobby Simmons, Hubert Davis, Etan Thomas and Brandon Haywood ready to provide firepower, I believe we are a great team, we will definitely be able to make the playoffs, today's victory is proof of that, come on, let's have a toast, for today's victory, for more victories in the future, of course Kwame has to drink juice! Haha!"

When Americans say a cup of wine, it does not mean that a glass of wine is poured into the stomach, but a sip at will, but today Jordan is arrogant, "coo dong coo" a cup to the end, and after drinking, he turned the wine glass upside down to signal, quite the boldness of northern China.

Everyone saw that Jordan was dry, and poured all the wine into their mouths one by one.

"Let's play as much as you like today, all the expenses are mine, and when you get to the playoffs, I'll invite you here again!" Jordan continued to boost morale.

If there's a place where morale is higher than the morale of the stadium, I'm sure it must be the wine table, glass after glass of wine into the big guy's belly, and of course my stomach is still dominated by juice.

For an athlete, the biggest enemy is not others, but oneself, the two beauties of life - good wine and beautiful women. No matter how good an athlete is, if he can't effectively control these two aspects, no matter how good his body is, he will be hollowed out. I don't want to be a parallel trader, so I have to be disciplined enough to at least stay away from wine, no matter what the other people are, for whatever reason. For the sake of victory, in order not to be a parallel import.

"Look, Quamei, what's that chick like?" Etan Thomas pointed to a hot beauty.

"Not bad! You've got a great eye! "I did not hesitate to praise that this society must learn to praise and not be stingy, which is a necessary condition for success.

"Interested?" Etan Thomas said with a confused face.

"You want to ......," I said, pretending to be a professional, "but I think she's harder to take." ”

"Look at me! Absolutely ten minutes to win! Etan Thomas said confidently.

"It's only ten minutes, and I can do it in five minutes!" The old pervert on one side, Christian Leitner, said.

"No, Christian!" I faked surprise.

"Don't believe me, look at me!" Lightner straightened his clothes, pushed open the door, and walked downstairs.

"I bet Christian won't do it in another 5 minutes!" Etan Thomas said firmly.

"I believe he did one in three minutes in the first half of this year." Richard Hamilton came to the window and looked downstairs.

"Bet! Bet on! Bet on Christian to get it in 5 minutes to pay two, 10 minutes to get it to pay one, 10 minutes to get it out of 1 to three, come and bet, bet more, bet early, a lot of money-making opportunities, come and bet! Chris Whitney tapped a plate with a fork, lest the world be chaotic.

"I'll bet $1oo and I'll get it in 5 minutes!" Alexander pulled out $1oo and threw it on the table.

"$1oo, 5 minutes! You guys underestimate Kristianla, you didn't have 5 minutes when you picked up girls last season! Hubert Davis said firmly with a wave of his hand.

"No, it's so powerful, I'll bet 5 minutes to get it, 1oo dollars!" Bobby Simmons said.

"5 minutes, 1oo dollars!"

"5 minutes, 5o dollars!"

"Wow! You can't do this, why do you bet for 5 minutes! Why didn't you bet him for ten minutes and couldn't do it! Chris Whitney exclaimed.

"What's wrong, Chris?" Richard Hamilton asked.

"You all bet on Christian for 5 minutes, won't I lose my life!" Chris Whitney shouted aggrievedly.

"The last time you tricked us into betting on Christian for 5 minutes, you couldn't get it, and you made a lot of money, this is retribution!" Tyrone Rue shook his head.

"The last time it was an accident, an absolute accident! Kwame is the best, you can't bet on Christian for 1o minutes! Chris Whitney said to me with a flattering face.

I scratched the back of my head and pretended to be innocent and said, "My mom said gambling is not a good boy!" Chris, are you a good boy? ”

"Ha ......" There was a lot of laughter in the room.

"Look! Play, Christian got it! Etan Thomas shouted, pointing downstairs.

Downstairs, Christian Leitner put his left hand around the fiery blonde and waved his right hand in the air to signal his success, and the blonde kissed us vigorously. There was cheering upstairs.

I was dumbfounded! That's too fast, isn't it? Three minutes, from the time Christian Leitner walked down the stairs, it really took him.

"It's a real loss this time!" Watching Christian Leitner walk towards the door of the nightclub with the girl in his arms, Chris Whitney's face ached.

"Kwamei, don't go down and play together!" Tyrone Lu invited.

"You go first! I'll go down in a minute! I drank a little too much juice just now, and I was a little panicked! I politely declined.

"Kwamei, why don't you go down and play together?"

"Go down in a while, you go down first!"

In less than ten minutes from the time Christian Leitner got the girl, it was just me and Michael Jordan in the private room on the second floor.

"Kwamei, don't you want to go down and play?" Jordan put on his sunglasses and asked playfully.

I touched the back of my head and said a little shyly, "I'm not ready yet!" ”

"It's good to be young!" Jordan sighed: "Today's game table is good! ”

"Thank you!" I said respectfully.

"I wish you better and better swings in the future." Jordan said, holding up his glass.

"Thank you!" I quickly lifted the juice and touched it with Jordan.

"I'll go back first, you will go early, since you are not ready, go back early!" Jordan said, then patted me on the shoulder and turned to walk away.

"By the way, don't forget to read the newspaper tomorrow morning! Absolutely explosive news! Ha ha! Jordan pushed open the door and turned back and said, "Good luck!"

Newspaper!? What do you mean? Is there anything about me? Will you praise my watch today? Or is it worthless to be flattened?

Looking downstairs, only Bobby Simmons was still dancing with a girl, and the others didn't know where to go.

I don't need to say hello to anyone else, I guess most of them have rolled into bed with those sexy girls now, and Bobby Simmons, who is having an in-depth discussion with beautiful women, probably doesn't want me to bother. I went straight to my Hummer and the destination was my home, 96 Mark Strasse in Gaithersburg.

Rodman once wrote in his autobiography "I Do My Way": Everyone in the league knows it, but no one wants to say it. If you want to hunt for beauty, the NBA is definitely the best place to go, and you don't need to go to any baseball stadium or football field. The NBA itself has attracted the vast majority of beauties, who generally move around in groups near the playing arena and the hotel where the players are staying. They take pride in sleeping with their players, especially their stars, and take pride in their "dewy feelings" with them, and get together to compete with which star is better in bed. These women are all very young, and some of them are simply sexy.

That's NBA life, half money, half sex. Even Christian Leitner, who once made the Michigan Five hate the court, is lost. I can be sure of one thing now: Christian Leitner must have lost his former spirituality because of alcohol and beautiful women, otherwise he would not have been where he is now, even though he is still very terrible!

I believe that any player who enters the NBA with the Guò draft is a one-in-a-million genius, and with the exception of a handful of perverts like the basketball emperor Chamberlain, there are only two things that may determine the magnitude of his ultimate achievement: training and self-discipline. Players who can stand the test of beauty and alcohol, and who can persevere and work hard in training, I believe will succeed.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, although the Beston behind him was still full of hustle and bustle, the street was already very deserted. Gradually moving away from the city, there are no more people on the road, driving alone and lonely, and the occasional pause is also because the unattended traffic light is sticking to the post.

Red light!

It was 1 km from Gaithersburg and I met a red light.

I waited patiently for three minutes, the red light in front of me kept flashing for three minutes, and I was sure he was going to keep it shining. I called the municipal helpline and told them that the traffic light was broken. The customer service told me that I needed to wait 15 minutes.

I got out of the car and stood on the side of the road looking at the starry sky, the lonely wilderness was full of too many unknowns, and a wave of fear hit me. "Ahh I shouted to be brave and hopeful that I could be as fearless as a man.

Before the municipal maintenance vehicle arrived, a Ford followed, lined up tightly behind my Humvee's ass, and a middle-aged man rolled down the window and asked, "He11O, what's wrong?" Can I help you? ”

The middle-aged man probably heard my shouting, and I smiled and said to him, "Even, it's okay, thank you, there's a problem with the traffic light!" We need to wait! ”

The middle-aged man opened the car door and walked down, dressed very formally, in a straight suit, reflecting his fair face, looking very mature.

"Nice night!"

"Even, it's really good!"

"Did you call the municipality?"

"Hit, fifteen minutes later! We need to wait! ”

"Why don't you just go over?"

"Where's the red light?!"

"Haha......"

"It's not common, take a picture!"

"You're so romantic!"

"Thanks for the compliment!"

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Municipal maintenance vehicles arrive in 15 minutes.

The traffic light is green.

I said goodbye to the middle-aged man and continued on my way home.

The middle-aged man picked up his phone and dialed a call・・・・・

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