The media jokingly claimed to have been cursed by the demon because it lasted for 4 13 seconds in a row during the Christmas War.

The official explanation for Ace is that he hit the "rookie wall". The media has always disbelief and called it a meteor. He is just a marathon athlete on the basketball court.

In order to calm the emotions of Miami fans, I posted several videos of internal practice games in a row. Ace did make every move, and also organized several friendly matches with several Miami universities. Ace was completely in a state before Christmas and was still accurate.

But a formal game is over, both at home and away games.

Ace, who was a little bored during this period, repeatedly refused Avril's request to come to Miami. Angie also called, but was also rejected.

Ace sat alone in the room and was bored doing strength training. He did the shooting training n times. It’s okay, was he really cursed by the God of Basketball?

The terrible average of 1.7 points last month directly made history, and it started every game, playing for 4 quarters.

Ace asked for the end of the game several times, but Pat Riley didn't allow it. When he gave up the other game in the last quarter, he directly asked him to take action without the ball. Except for being cursed, he really couldn't find a reason.

Especially after the Nets game, he didn't score a single goal. Kidd also found Ace after the game and asked what happened, he also played a bullfight and won 11 consecutive three-pointers.

Kobe also ran to Miami while the game was a gap. After the Bullfight, he also won 11 consecutive three-pointers, and lost 3 goals when he played the breakthrough.

Kobe couldn't find the reason, so he comforted him and returned to Los Angeles.

Ace, who was sitting in the room, grabbed his hair in distress, and was going to play the Celtics away tomorrow, and then he would go to the Rausch Grammy.

As the doorbell rang, Ace was now afraid of seeing an acquaintance. After opening the door, he was surprised and hurriedly invited him in.

"I'm in a bad state recently," said my grandfather.

Ace made a cup of tea for his grandfather and did not let him get his hair in a little distressed way.

"Do you know why?" asked grandfather.

"Isn't it really cursed? Can this foreign god take care of us? Is there really a god?" Ace couldn't help asking, muttering in his heart. I guess there is really, why don't he travel through time and be reborn?

"Mentality is also a fault for training you when I was a child. Although I told you some reason, it made you lose your nature. Alas, it was because I was a little hasty," said grandfather.

"Ah? What does it mean?" Ace was a little confused.

"Because you were very smart and really smart at that time, I helped you grow up. What I gave you should be at my age, but I ignored that you were still a child at that time. What do you think American boys of your age should do?" said grandfather.

"Well, drink, fight, suck, suck, and mess with each other." Ace said sincerely.

"Ahem, that's true, but you know the big ~ mahjong thing, we went through the Opium War..."

"I know I won't touch any drugs," Ace said quickly.

"Then I don't agree with or object to the fight, but there must be a seriousness in the action. I won't talk about this. I have educated you since I was a child. You can drink and smoke at the rest of the parties. Don't imprison yourself like an old guy, isolate yourself from the world. What if you go out and get drunk? What if you sleep with a few girls at night?" Grandpa said angrily.

"Uh, when you were a child, didn't you say that you were banning alcoholism, and that's it?" Ace said in a low voice.

"Bastard, how could I know that your body is so good and your excess energy is stored in your body. Do you feel uncomfortable? Otherwise, why do you do so much strength training every day? Go to drink, go to sleep with girls, and release your excess energy," Grandpa took a sip of tea and continued.

"You are like this teacup." 'Cough, I'm not a tragedy' "The energy in your body is the water in the cup. It accumulates every day and the water cannot overflow the area. It starts to mix together, then it starts to become sticky, and then slowly starts to solidify. Then your body thinks about what you will become, but I can't think of it," said grandfather.

"Ah, then what should I do?" Ace asked quickly.

"You must learn to laugh and scold when you vent your vent. I see that you play basketball every day. Although you are lazy in every game, you are very happy, right? But this is not enough. You are always suppressing yourself. What are you afraid of?" Grandpa said and finally started roaring.

"Okay, OK, I'll go out to play now and find friends to drink," Ace said quickly.

"You think about it yourself. Today I will help you use the golden needle to balance the energy in your body with external force for the last time. What will happen to you in the future?"

"Okay, okay, okay, okay." Ace said in a daze and was about to take off his clothes.

"No, just leak your hands and feet, lie on the bed." Ace lay on the bed neatly at the command of his grandfather.

Looking at the palm of my palm and soles of my feet, I was stabbed with a golden needle, and a eyebrows were stabbed. After more than ten seconds, I was also stabbed with an injection near the dick below my lower abdomen.

Within a few seconds, the tent was instantly supported.

(Make it up, don't try it yourself)

Ace looked at her grandfather awkwardly, "What's so strange about it? It's because of too much yang energy."

Half an hour later, my grandfather pulled out all the needles, and felt weak all over his body. He released the blocked river on the Buddha's body, and suddenly it was like a flood discharge, and liquid flowed out of his lower body.

"Okay, I'm leaving. If you still give up on yourself in the future, I won't care. Remember, 'Heaven moves forward, a gentleman strives for self-improvement'." After saying that, my grandfather slammed the door and left.

"Heaven moves forward, gentlemen strive for self-improvement." What's the matter? Ace, who is not incompatible with the eighth, muttered and hurried to the bathroom to clean up his personal hygiene.

"Dwyane, are you free? I want to come here for a hangover," Ace said on the phone.

"Ace, you can't give up on yourself. Don't worry, we all believe in you. Take your time. There are 81 games and we only played half of it."

Ace directly interrupted Dwyane, "Is it a brother? I want to drink today. I won't forget to accompany you. I'll find someone else."

"Okay, okay, I'll go to your house, or come to my house, don't go out to drink. You will definitely be miserable when the reporter photographed you," said Dwyane.

"I'll go to your place. I have no friends. You are the only one here. If you want to find a few people to know, I'll have a big drink today," said Ace.

"Okay, come here, I'll prepare now." Dwyane hung up the phone and thought about it and called the coach.

"It's okay, drink and drink. Anyway, I have lost 20 games. I don't believe that I can still lose. Back to back, what are you afraid of? At worst, you can give up tomorrow. You can stay with him, but don't do anything that can't be clean. You are athletes," said Pat Riley.

"Don't worry, I understand the coach." Dwyane hung up the phone and called a few good guys. They all had a very high alcohol tolerance and made an appointment. When he said that he was drinking with his little brother, he happily brought the wine over to him.

;
Chapter completed!