Chapter 304 Just five times!

The shower sprayed out a string of slightly hot water lines and stirred up the dark skin. I recalled the scene when the reporters frantically handed the microphone to my mouth. I couldn't help laughing when I thought about the phone call of my agent David Hunter on the way back to the hotel.

By chance, or inevitable, a game can make you a god, and a game can make you fall into hell. Thinking of Reggie Miller's thin and a little sad back, I feel that there are really some problems in this world.

I became a god, and Reggie Miller, who performed slightly worse than me, almost fell into hell. After the game, countless reporters rushed to me, but Reggie Miller could only enter the player channel with concern with Jermaine O'Neal.

Just half an hour after the competition, my agent received invitations from 11 popular interview programs and commercial endorsement contracts from 8 large companies. The price of each commercial endorsement contract is more than tens of millions.

I originally thought it was crazy enough, but what was even more crazy was David Hunter telling me that Nike, Pepsi and Hummer companies wanted to renegotiate a contract with me, and they wanted to sign a longer, more valuable contract with me.

I gently wiped off the water droplets from my body, put on my bathrobe, and walked out of the bathroom. I was about to turn on the TV when the doorbell rang. I looked through the cat's eyes and it turned out that it was Yao Ming outside.

I quickly opened the door, but when I opened it, I found that there was a big guy behind Yao Ming - Shaquille O'Neal, the shark in Los Angeles.

"hello, I'm very happy to see you! Ha..." Yao Ming took the lead in giving me a hug, and then the big shark Shaquill O'Neal opened his arms with a silly smile.

"Kaome! It's awesome! Congratulations!" Shaquille O'Neal patted my back with his big palm.

"Thank you! Thank you very much!" I replied with a big grin.

I don't know why Shaquill O'Neal appeared outside my room door. I had no friendship with him, but out of politeness, I quickly brought Yao Ming and Shaquill O'Neal into the room.

"You are so great! I didn't expect your shooting to be so great! You didn't miss a single shot. Do you know what Magic Johnson said to you just now? He said you were possessed by God today! Ha..." Shaquille O'Neal said with a familiar smile.

"Ha, I feel incredible too! I have never scored this result in training!" I said modestly.

"Why are you two together?" I asked, pouring a cup of coffee for each of the two big centers.

"Today you and Reggie Miller have a peak duel. Who dares not come? Almost all the players who came to participate in the game have arrived. When Phillips Arena arranged seats, O'Neal and I were the largest, and it was a bit crowded in one seat. They let us take three seats, ha..." Yao Ming laughed as he said.

"Ding Dong..." I was about to speak when the doorbell rang again.

I quickly went to open the door again.

Anthony Walker showed up outside the door with Paul Pierce and Stephen Marbury.

"Kaome, you are so disrespectful to your brother. You actually let your brother be eliminated in the first round!" As soon as I opened the door, Anthony Walker, who was good at spoofing, "whimpered" and hugged me in pain.

"Okay! It depends on your bad grades! Even without Kwame, you can't enter the second round!" Paul Pierce gave Anthony Walker a knee with a fat butt, and then smiled at me and said, "Congratulations! Kwame! You did a great job!"

"Paul, can you not expose my scars like this in life? Next time you are not allowed to push my butt with your knees. You will make others doubt my sexual orientation! Ha, Kwame, you kid, it's not bad. I've long disliked that Reggie Miller!" Anthony Walker yelled at Paul Pierce, then turned around and congratulated me.

"Thank you! Thank you!" I smiled respectfully on my face. They are all my seniors, and I must respect them.

"Kaome, I'm so happy to see you. You're really great today. I even thought it was God who shot there!" Stephen Marbury, who fell to the end, praised me in a sleek manner.

"I'm confused! I'm purely confused!" I said embarrassedly, touching my naked head.

"Ah?! You two have come early. You two are not here to bribe Kaome! I tell you that you are going to commit a foul! That doesn't count!" Anthony Walker roared out of the room.

I was stunned! What does it mean? What is bribery? What is the foul? What is it about?

I quickly took Stephen Marbury into the room.

Shaquille O'Neal laughed at Anthony Walker for a few more laughs, and then said, "You care what I did. As long as Kaome doesn't make a three-pointer tomorrow, I will win. You care whether I'm stealing, robbing, bribing, or going to the back door, haha..."

"Shaquill, we can't do this! We are a real man, you can't keep our word! We agreed that you are guarding that Kaome cannot make three points. We didn't say that you ran here to bribe Kaome and wouldn't let him make three points! You're a foul..." Paul Pierce, who had been standing behind Anthony Walker, pointed at Shaquille O'Neal and began to scold him.

"That's it! We're talking about defense, not like you, let Kwame not shoot three-pointers. We have a referee for an absolute foul like you. I'll call immediately, my name is Charles Barkley and Kenny Smith come over!" Stephen Marbury stepped behind me and pointed at Shaquille O'Neal and criticized him for a scattering moment. Then he picked up the phone and dialed it out.

"It's nothing for me! I just came here by the way, but I didn't expect Shaquill to come with me, it was all a coincidence! Ha, we didn't come together, I came in first, Shaquill came in later." Yao Ming raised his hands and swore his innocence in slightly smooth American language.

I was completely stunned this time! What are the same? My brain has become a ball of paste.

"Ding Dong..." The doorbell rang again!

"Come so fast! I'll open the door!" Stephen Marbury put his phone into his pocket.

"Stephen? Why are you? Can't Kwame live here?" Vince Carter's voice sounded from outside the door.

"I'm! Kwame lives here, please come in. I thought it was Charles Barkley and Kenny Smith!" Stephen Marbury's voice was a little embarrassed.

"Kaome! You're so great! Ah? Everyone is here!" Vince Carter stretched out his arms to give me a hug as soon as he entered the door, but he was frightened by the people who appeared in my room. He didn't expect that so many people would appear in my room.

"Vince, you're right. When you bet, you were there. Shaquill said he could defend Kwame from not making a three-pointer in the All-Star. Stephen and I said that Kwame is in such a good state and can definitely score a three-pointer. Shaquill and we both put a bet of $200,000 each, but unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, Shaquill actually ran to Kwame and persuaded Kwame not to shoot three-pointers in tomorrow's game. Do you think there is someone who is so shameless? Shaquill, you are so shameless!" Paul Pierce accused Vince Carter.

I finally figured out what was going on, and I finally knew why Shaquille O'Neal, Paul Pierce, Stephen Marbury and others, who had never been intersected, appeared in my room.

"I didn't persuade Kaome to not shoot three-pointers tomorrow! I swear I never said that. I promised with my personality that I never persuade Kaome to not shoot three-pointers tomorrow's game. If you don't believe me, please ask Kaome, I just entered the door!" Shaquille O'Neal saw more and more people, so he quickly decided.

Everyone looked at me.

"As soon as he entered the door, I just made coffee for him. Before we could say anything else, you came in!" I quickly answered honestly.

"That's what you haven't had time to say!" Stephen Marbury accused.

"No matter if it's time to say it or not, I didn't say it anyway!" Shaquille O'Neal began to act like a rogue.

"You..." Paul Pierce pointed at Shaquille O'Neal angrily and wanted to start scolding!

The "Ding Dong" doorbell rang again.

Stephen Marbury hurried to open the door.

Charles Barkley walked in with a pair of big sunglasses and raised his chest and abdomen. He coughed hard, and said with his hands behind his back, "Mr. O'Neal, you have the right to remain silent. Every word you say will be used as a certificate for the presentation! Now please come with me! Ha..." Charles Barkley laughed before he finished speaking.

Everyone in the room laughed.

After a burst of laughter, Charles Barkley patted Shaquille O'Neal's shoulder with a big belly and said, "Shake, what's going on? I just finished betting with someone and immediately ran here to collude with Kwame? This is too harmful to your glorious and great super center image!"

"I swear! I have never colluded with Kwame. If you don't believe me, please ask Kwame!" Shaquill O'Neal immediately raised his hand and sweared to God.

"Who can't believe what you swear? Last time I asked me to go to the Golden Club? I haven't invited me to go to the present!" Charles Barkley said with a big mouth.

"Damn it! The Golden Club has been seized, where will I take you..." Shaquille O'Neal looked helpless.

"Anyway, you often don't keep your word! Ha..." Charles Barkley also played a rogue.

"Tell me! What are you doing when you are looking for Kwame!" Charles Barkley said after laughing.

"Kaome is so capable of running, you have to let him help me to guard against him. He runs endlessly. How can I guard against him one-on-one? I come and discuss with him to let him stop. I go to guard against him and he shoots again. Otherwise, I can't be considered as losing!" Shaquille O'Neal looked as if it were right.

"Ha..." Everyone in the room laughed.

"You are not here to collude, what's the point? You are here to collude!" Stephen Marbury said with a laugh.

"fu*k, Kwame, he's been shooting one goal after another from the outside, can he not score? I'll at least make sure he's going to shoot a few balls from the outside. If he just throws one, I'll keep my word. If he shoots endlessly, I'll never do it!" Shaquille O'Neal looked dissatisfied.

"Ha..." There was another burst of laughter.

"When we were betting, we didn't say how many goals Kaomee shot! You suddenly said that you just let Kaomee shoot a three-pointer, that's not OK!" Paul Pierce immediately stood up to object.

"Then there must be a limit! You can't let me, a big fat man, keep floating on the outside! I'll go out to guard it once or twice, but if it's too much, the head coach won't tear me down." Shaquille O'Neal said loudly about his demands.

"That's not true! You said that Kwame didn't let Kwame hit the ball in the whole game. You didn't want Kwame to just throw one!" Stephen Marbury shouted.

"The bet will be cancelled!"

The room started to quarrel like a boil.

"Stop quarrel!" Charles Barkley suddenly shouted and stood up. He looked around majestic for a week and said loudly: "I am the referee! I listen to me!"

"Tomorrow's game, Kwame will say to O'Neal when he makes a three-pointer, and let Shaquille O'Neal run outside the three-point line to defend one-on-one. As for how many times he can defend, it depends on O'Neal's ability! How is this?" Charles Barkley said to O'Neal.

"This requires a limit on the number of shots. If he shoots endlessly, wouldn't I betray him like a monkey?" Shaquille O'Neal looked sad.

"How many times do you want Kwame Brown to shoot?" Charles Barkley asked again with a frown.

"Five times? As long as Kwame Brown scored six times in front of me, I would admit defeat if one of the three-pointers was made!" Shaquill O'Neal said with a bit of enthusiasm.

"Okay! Just five times! If Kwame hit another shot from outside the three-point line 5 times, you should pay the money obediently!" Charles Barkley slapped his thigh and made the final decision!

"If I let Kwame hit one of the five shots, damn it! I will pay 500,000 yuan, Stephen and Paul will each have 200,000 yuan, and I will treat everyone to the remaining 100,000 yuan!" Shaquille O'Neal shouted confidently with a slap in his fat belly.

"Okay!" Everyone shouted together and even sporadic applause rang out.

After a while, Charles Barkley suddenly raised his hand to calm everyone down, and then he squeezed his chin with his left hand and kept sweeping Shaquille O'Neal and me.

"Why do I feel something is wrong? Have you two colluded long ago? I deliberately set up a trap and let us get in! Kwamei, tell me honestly, have you colluded?" Charles Barkley looked suspicious.

"No! No! Absolutely no!" I quickly denied it, shaking my head like a rattle to increase my persuasion. This is not just a joke. Once everyone thinks it is collusion, I will definitely be dead!

"Confirm?" Charles Barkley asked again.

"Confirm!" I nodded vigorously.

"Okay! Since you said that you and Shaq didn't collude, and to prevent you from taking care of O'Neal's face, you didn't make any of these five shots tomorrow, then you should pay the $500,000 to invite everyone to have a good meal! Then ask everyone to have a collective warmth, how about it!"

"Ah? I object!" I shouted.

"Raise your hand if you agree... raise your hands all, that's the objection is invalid!" Charles Barkley shouted

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Chapter completed!