The game is over.

105:94

The Wizards won the game beyond the expectations of all experts.

Jordan scored a game-high 31 points, and Hamilton scored 20 points.

I scored 9 points, 16 rebounds, 6 blocks, 4 steals, and 4 assists, and performed very comprehensively.

Jordan was named the best in the game. He went to a press conference with Collins for an interview. Hamilton and others went to the locker room, took a hot shower, and changed his clothes.

"Latest news, latest news, someone is asking for a midnight snack!" Chris Whitney was the first to walk out of the locker room after putting on his clothes, and immediately folded it back, shouting as soon as he entered the locker room.

"Chris, who treats you?" Christian Letterner said while dressing.

"Michael asked someone to spread the word that he would treat him tonight for a midnight snack!" Chris Whitney said with a smile.

"Really?" asked Tayron Lu, "Where did you go?"

"He said he was not very familiar with Washington, so let's find a place!" Chris smiled wickedly: "How about you go to Moston?"

"You are so great, the little girl there is the most honest!" Tyron Lu looked lewd.

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Beston.

I always thought it was a Western restaurant, but I only found out after I arrived that it was a famous strip nightclub in Washington. Chris Whitney and Tyrone Lu were obviously old customers, and before I could stop the car, I was calling the security guards in the nightclub to order wine.

Jordan, Letterner, Hamilton and others are obviously familiar with this scene.

The noisy music, the sexy beauty, the dj's hoarseness, the swaying in the dance floor, the slutty in the corridor and the bathroom.

My lips are a bit dry, which is a bit too large for someone with traditional oriental blood.

The second floor, single room, ornately decorated single room. Through the glass, everything downstairs looks so clear. The plump figure of the beauties aroused loudly admiration from wolves.

A lot of food was put on the grilled steak, pizza, fruit, bread, caviar, and other food, and a glass of wine were brought on by the waiter.

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

"Puff!" Leitner spit out the wine that he had in his mouth and tasted its charm.

"Kamei...cough!cough! Haven't you never drunk a bar?" Leitner said while coughing.

I shrugged and pretended to be helpless and said, "I feel very uncomfortable after drinking alcohol. It's because of my health. There is no way. Maybe I have no choice but to have a good wine!"

"Kaome, you are so surprised! You can't drink! Oh my God, this must be God's mistake!"

"Kaome, you know how wonderful you missed, and I'm sure you must regret why God didn't give you a stomach to taste good wine!"

"I feel sad for you! Kwame!" Jordan stood up, raised the wine glass in his hand and said:

"Today's game, it was perfect, all the experts were saying what the Kings must win, saying that our Wizards are at the bottom of the league, but, what I'm going to say now is: what they say is fucking shit. We are a very great team, we are a playoff team, we have great No. 1 pick Kwame Brown, great pitcher Richard Hamilton, great power forward Christian Leitner, the cutest little sports car Tyrone Rue

, of course, our great bench gangsters Chris Whitney, Alexander, Yee Jones, Bobby Simmons, Hubert Davis, Etan Thomas and Brandon Haywood are ready to provide firepower at any time. I believe we are a great team and we will definitely be able to make the playoffs. Today's victory is proof. Come on, let's have a drink, for today's victory, for more victory in the future, of course, Kwame wants to drink juice! Haha!"

What Americans say about drinking a glass does not mean that a glass of wine is poured into their stomachs, but that they can take a sip at will. However, today Jordan is very generous, "gudonggudong" and "gudong" to the end. After drinking, he turned the glass over and signaled it, which is quite generous with northern Chinese people.

Everyone saw that Jordan had all done it, and poured all the wine into their mouths.

"Today everyone plays casually, all the fees are counted as mine. I will invite you here when I enter the playoffs!" Jordan continued to boost morale.

If there is a place where the morale is higher than the morale of the court, I believe it must be at the table, and glasses of fine wine entered the big guy's stomach. Of course, my stomach is still mainly juice.

For an athlete, the biggest enemy is not others, but himself, and the two beauty of life - fine wine and beauty. No matter how outstanding an athlete cannot effectively control these two aspects, his body will be hollowed out. I don’t want to be the top pick in parallel, then I have to be self-disciplined enough. No matter what others are, no matter what reason, I must at least stay away from fine wine. For victory, to not be the top pick in parallel.

"Kaome, look, how about that chick?" Itan Thomas said, pointing at a hot-shaped beauty.

"Not bad! Your vision is really good!" I said with great stinginess that this society must learn to praise and not be stingy. This is a necessary condition for success.

"Are you interested?" Itan Thomas said with a confused look on his face.

"You want..." I said as a professional, "but I feel it's harder to get her."

"Look at me! I will definitely win it in ten minutes!" Itan Thomas said with a confident look on his face.

"It's only ten minutes, I can handle it in 5 minutes!" said Christian Letterner, the old pervert on the side.

"No, Christian!" I pretended to be surprised.

"If you don't believe me, look at me!" Leitner tidied up his clothes and pushed open the door and walked downstairs.

"I bet Christian will never get it done in 5 minutes!" Itan Thomas said firmly.

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

"Betting! Betting! Betting Christian's compensation for one or two within 5 minutes, one or two within ten minutes, one or three within ten minutes, come and bet quickly, bet more, bet early, bet early, have a lot of opportunities to make money, come and bet!" Chris Whitney knocked on the plate with a fork, fearing that the world would bet.

"I'll bet 100 US dollars, and it will be done in 5 minutes!" Alexander took out 100 US dollars and threw it on the table.

"100 US dollars, 5 minutes to get it done! You underestimate Christian La. It didn't take more than 5 minutes to pick up girls last season!" Hubert Davis said firmly with a wave of his hand.

"No, it's so awesome. I'll bet 5 minutes to get it done, $100!" Bobby Simmons said.

"It's done in 5 minutes, $100!"

"It's done in 5 minutes, $50!"

"Wow! You can't do this, why do you have to bet for 5 minutes? Why can't you bet for him without betting for 10 minutes?" Chris Whitney shouted loudly.

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

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

"The last time you induced us to bet Christian couldn't handle it for 5 minutes, but you made a fortune. This is retribution!" Tyron Lu said with a shaking head.

"The last time was an accident, definitely an accident! Kwame is the best. You can't handle Christian in 10 minutes!" Chris Whitney said to me with a flattering look on his face.

I scratched the back of my head and said in a pure manner: "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 is done!" Itan Thomas shouted, pointing downstairs.

Downstairs, Christian Letterner, holding the hot-bodied blonde beauty in his left hand, waving his right hand in the air to show us his success, and the blonde beauty kept blowing kisses at us. There was a lot of cheers upstairs.

I was stunned! This is too fast! Three minutes, it only took him three minutes to count from the time Christian Letterner walked down the stairs.

"I've lost a lot this time!" As Christian Letterner hugged the girl and walked towards the nightclub gate, Chris Whitney's face hurt.

"Kaome, don't go down to have a party together!" Tyron Lu invited.

"You go first! I'll go on a while! I just drank a little too much juice, and I was a little overwhelmed!" I refused politely.

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

"You guys go down first!"

Starting from Christian Letterner getting the girl in less than ten minutes, Michael Jordan and I were left in the private room on the second floor.

"Kaome, don't you go down to play?" Jordan asked with sunglasses on his face.

I touched the back of my head and said shyly: "I'm not ready yet!"

"It's great to be young!" Jordan sighed: "Today's game performed well!"

"Thank you!" I said respectfully.

"I wish you better and better performance in the future." Jordan raised his glass and said.

"Thank you!" I quickly raised the juice and touched Jordan.

"I'll go back first, you'll go early too. Since you're not ready, go back early!" Jordan said, then patted my shoulder and turned around and walked.

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

Newspaper!?What does it mean? Is there any news about me? Will I praise my performance today? Or is it worthless to be beaten?

Looking downstairs, there was only Bobby Simmons who was still dancing with a girl intimately, and the others were no longer sure where to go.

There is no need to say hello to others. I guess most people have rolled onto the bed with those sexy girls. Bobby Simmons, who is discussing in depth with the beauty, probably doesn't want me to disturb me. I directly launched my Hummer, and the destination is my home - No. 96 Mark Street, Gaithersburg.

Rodman once wrote in his autobiography "I Do It": Everyone in the league knows it, but no one is willing to say it. If you want to hunt for beauty, NBA is definitely the best place, and there is no need to go to any baseball or football field. NBA itself has attracted most beauties, and they usually go around in groups of three or five around the game venue and near the hotel where the players stay. They are proud of going to bed with players, especially the stars, and regard their "dew-loving love" with the stars as a proud topic of conversation, and get together to compare which star is better in bed. These women are very young and a bit sexy.

This is NBA life, half of it is money, and the other half is sex. Even Christian Letterner, who once made Michigan’s Five Tigers Death Stadium, was lost. I can be sure of one thing now: Christian Letterner definitely lost his former spirituality because of alcohol and beauty, otherwise he would not have only achieved what he is now, although he is still very terrible!

Any player who entered the NBA through the draft is a genius from a thousand. Except for a very few perverts like basketball emperor Chamberlain, there may be only two things that determine their final achievement: training and self-discipline. I believe that players who can withstand the test of beauty and alcohol and can persist in training will succeed.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, although the Moston behind him was still full of noise, the streets were already deserted. Gradually, they were far away from the city, and there were no figures on the road. They drove alone alone, and occasionally stopped because the traffic lights that were unattended were standing at their posts.

red light!

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

I waited patiently for three minutes, and the red light in front of me continued to shine for three minutes, and I was sure he planned to continue to shine. I called the municipal help phone number and told them that the traffic light was broken. The customer service told me that I needed to wait 15 minutes.

I got off the car and stood by the roadside and looked at the stars in the sky. The lonely wilderness was filled with too many unknowns. Flashes of fear came to my head. "Ah!" I shouted, raising my courage for myself, hoping that I could be as fearless as a man.

Before the municipal repair car arrived, a Ford followed and was lined up tightly behind my Hummer's butt. A middle-aged man rolled down the window and asked, "Hello, what happened? Do you need help?"

The middle-aged man probably heard my shouting, and I smiled and said to him, "I'm fine, thank you, there's something wrong with the traffic light! We need to wait!"

The middle-aged man opened the car door and walked down. He was wearing a very formal dress and dressed in a straight suit, which contrasted with his fair face and looked very mature.
To be continued...