"What? never!" Cracy Bars exclaimed from the commentary booth, and his teammates below looked at him.

"What is Barkley talking to Cressy about?" asked Westbrook curiously.

"I don't know, maybe it's TNT's live interview. Darren Collison said.

On the commentary bench -

"I'm never going to let anyone kiss me, my ass (harmony)!" (Damn, do people in this world talk so bluntly?)

Cressy Bars is unequivocal.

Kenny Smith smiled, "Okay, the bet is over." ”

"Slow!" Charles Barkley hurriedly stopped, this gimmick can't end so simply, not only for the ratings, but also for the revenge of kissing the ass of the donkey named "Kenny" back then.

"Cressie, what do you think could be used to replace this bet?" Barkley looked at Cressie, his eyes blinking and winking in an incomprehensible look.

Cressy Bars guessed that this Barkley must be trying to play tricks on Kenny Smith.

He's not a good bird either, anyway, as long as he doesn't kiss his own ass (harmony) stock, it doesn't matter how spoofed this bet is.

"Do I mean?" he asked.

"Count, of course, the bet is up to you. Barkley grinned.

Kenny Smith hurriedly said, "Hey, Cressie, I can take you to fun places tonight, with good wine, good food, and beautiful girls, how about it?"

Barkley: "He's still a kid!"

Cressy was a little moved, he hadn't touched a woman since the first virtual reality world came out, and then he dismissed the idea, this body has infinite potential (he refers to the body itself, not the qualification to cultivate internal strength), and he can't spend his energy on a woman's belly.

"My brother, the guy named Russell Westbrook, has a cat at home—" Cressy said suddenly.

"What?"

Charles Barkley and Kenny Smith were stunned at the same time, not understanding what kind of consciousness the kid was talking about.

Just listen to Cressy Bars continue, "He named the cat Cressie—"

"I see!" Barkley clapped his palms and laughed.

Kenny Smith smiled wryly, but it's better to kiss a cat fart (harmony) than a man (harmony).

"Male and female?" Barkley asked.

Cressy Bars: "Mother." ”

Charles Barkley: "Oh, then Kenny will love it." ”

Kenny Smith: "Shut up!"

......

"Where's this horse?" Cressy Bars sat up naked with his upper body on his head, his head a little dizzy, he had drunk too much yesterday.

I touched my head, but I didn't have that kind of hangover headache, and the fact of sobering up can also reflect the strength of the body.

"But the wine in this world is so strong!"

At yesterday's party, Michael Jordan came to talk to him. He told himself that if we met in Charlotte, there would be more opportunities to communicate in the future, and many of his basketball skills could be taught to him.

Is this trying to win me over?

Finding out the situation of the Charlotte Bobcats from memory, Cressy shook his head, this team he was not going to go.

Although Jordan has a respected status in the basketball world, his ability to run the team is too "average", and he goes to a small club and gets far less attention than in a big city.

The NAA championship has been won, and the OP has been won, what should be the next step on the NBA road?

Cressy Bars suddenly found that he couldn't seem to decide where he went, and the draft was a matter of luck for both the team and the players.

On the bedside table, he found a business card from Jordan, and it seemed that he should have booked this hotel for him.

Cressy was startled, and quickly lifted the quilt to take a look, but fortunately, the lower half of the clothes were still there.

Relieved, he got out of bed and found his backpack in the corner.

He took out a clean suit from his backpack and took a casual shower in the hotel bathroom, Cressy still smelled of alcohol, "I really didn't drink less yesterday, I don't know how the other people are now." ”

When I went downstairs for breakfast, my phone rang.

After connecting, Westbrook's voice came, a little excited: "Hey, man, where did you go with Jordan yesterday? You're not going to the Bobcats, are you? Hey, did Jordan take you to see the big scene?"

"Where did you go last night?" Cressy asked.

"We, of course we're going home. By the way, Nick Young, this kid actually soaked in a big fart (harmony) girl. What did Jordan tell you yesterday? Man, he's Jordan, but don't you promise him anything?"

"Don't worry, I didn't say anything, I drank too much, I guess he was sent to the hotel, and then I didn't know. ”

"Wow, don't you have a chick in your bed?" said Westbrook with a lewd laugh.

"You think too much, nothing. By the way, your cat might want to borrow me. ”

"My Cressie, what do you want it for, don't you hate it?"

"Shut up, I just hate its name. ”

"Hey, I think it's good. What are you going to borrow it for?"

Cressy tells the bet between Charles Barkley and Kenny Smith.

Vis Brooke laughed, "Wow, I think you should contribute your own ass." ”

"Fake, I'm going to your house to get the cat now. ”

"Okay, okay...... By the way, there's a celebration party at school tonight, are you ready?"

"Shet, I don't want to drink anymore. ”

"You still want to drink at a school party? The drinking age in California is 21. ”

......

A day later, TNT's "Basketball Front" program was broadcasting the NAA finals the day before yesterday, and the highlights of the finals between the U Bruins and the University of Florida alligators were being broadcast.

But that's just the appetizer.

Soon, the main course came.

Charles Barkley walked into the studio with a cat in his arms, first explained the origin of the orange cat named Cressie, and then placed it on the table, "Kenny, don't hide, come on." Cressy was already waiting. ”

However, "Cressie" doesn't seem to like Kenny Smith's proximity and becomes restless......

After two more claw marks on his face, Kenny finally kisses the ass of the loveless "Cressie".

Westbrook in front of the TV burst out laughing, "My Cressy is also famous this time!"

Cressy Bars, who was lying on his upper hair, gave him a kick and gave him a middle finger, "Shut up!"