basketball never sleeps

Chapter 187 Hell Clearance
"Hey, give me the ball, Patrick!"

In Madison Square Garden, a figure was running and shouting from beyond the three-point line.

The gorilla guarding the ball gritted his teeth and dodged the steal from "Dameng" on one side. Seeing that several other Rockets players were going to double-team him, he gave up his idea of ​​attacking and threw it out unwillingly.

"Don't let Starks shoot!"

Tang Shuai, who has always been gentle, didn't care about his image at this time, pointing in the direction of Mo Wen (replacing Starks) and yelling.

After receiving the ball, Mo Wen quickly adjusted his movements and was about to shoot, and "Mad Max" had already galloped in front of the "Madman" (Starks' nickname).

Mo Wen, who had been prepared for a long time, did not rush to make a shot, but waited until Maxwell was about to fly on him before lowering his arms, dribbling the ball to one side, and before the next Rockets player came out, he threw the ball at the speed of light .

Swah——

Countless cheers from the sidelines rang out along with the beeping when the timer ended.

The game is not over yet, but a half-time lead of 10 points is enough for New York fans to see the hope of winning the championship.

With a big score of 3-1 and a big advantage at halftime, they are only one step away from the Knicks' third championship in team history.

In the locker room, all the Knicks players were excited about the smoothness of the game.

Only the gorilla Ewing was a little unhappy, and he approached Mo Wen (Starks) again with doubts

"John (Starks), what kind of medicine did you take in the finals? If you were so strong before, we probably wouldn't lose in the first few rounds."

Mo Wen took a 50-cent coin that no one knew who had dropped it, and wasted time by tossing it up and down in his hand to guess heads and tails.

"Would you believe me if I said that I was instructed by God?"

Ewing tilted his head and made a "black question mark face" expression.

Do you think I believe it or not?
Mo Wen didn't explain anything, there was still half time, as long as he played according to the rhythm, the [Hell Copy] of the 93-94 season finals could be won.

The Rockets in this dungeon feel a lot stronger than the Rockets in the original video, but the Knicks staffing on their side is still OK. His offense and organization + the iron-blooded defense trained by Riley produced a good chemical reaction.

The Starks he replaced was barely a bankrupt version of him. This dude was nicknamed "Madman", with a passable three-pointer, above-par organizational skills, and his signature desperate breakthrough. Except for a little bit better than him in speed and jumping, all other abilities are fully covered by him.

He didn't meet such a suitable substitute player once in ten games.

In the original history, the Knicks and the Rockets played 7 games this year and eventually lost the championship. Starks can be said to be "indispensible".

Throughout the series, Starks and Ewing took turns going undercover, alternately falling ill.As the core of the Knicks' offense inside and outside, the average field goal percentage of the two in the entire series was defended below 37%.And Starks made history in the tiebreaker, contributing 18 of 2 shots, 11 of 0 three-pointers, and the final lore shot was blocked by the dream.

Mo Wen's efficiency would also deteriorate under the old version's defensive strength, but even if he imitated Ou Shenxian's diet, he would not be able to stretch his hips to the same extent as Starks.

"Are you curious about how I became so strong?"

Mo Wen hooked the neck of the first-generation gorilla, looked around to see that his teammates did not come over, then mysteriously lowered his voice and whispered in his ear. .

Ewing nodded quickly.

He really wants to know. This round of finals is about to be won. Mo Wen's statistics are similar to his, but the difference in shooting percentage between the two is close to 20%. Although he grabbed a lot of rebounds, Mo Wen sent With more assists, when we waited for the FMVP selection, he was almost crushed by Mo Wen (Starks) except for the title of boss.

"This is a secret, you must never tell anyone!"

"Uh-huh."

"I discovered a ritual, a sacrificial ritual passed down from the previous war period. After completing this ritual, I gained the power of the devil, so I had the performance in the finals."

"···"

"You're kidding me, aren't you!?" Ewing, who listened seriously to the end, was dumbfounded at first, and then he clenched his fists a little angrily, and grinned to give Mo Wen something good.

"Diablo, this is my name."

A voice suddenly came from the body of Mo Wen who was shutting his mouth, and directly stopped Ewing's movements.

"You you... WTF!"

"Ah? Did you hear that?" Mo Wen frowned and pretended to be stupid, "You also heard His voice?"

"Did you get the power of the demon, or was the demon... hell!"

How could Ewing dare to talk and laugh with Mo Wen, and jumped out of the bench like a spring.

"Doctor... oh no, it's a priest, hell, a priest! John... John, he's possessed by a demon!"

The gorilla's move successfully attracted the attention of everyone in the locker room.

Riley also cast a questioning look.

Seeing this, Mo Wen stopped teasing the orangutan.

"That was ventriloquism just now, idiot!" Mo Wen raised a palm and began to open and close like a doll.

"You know, it means a declaration of war!" (Bugs Bunny's classic line)

The ventriloquist is not so clear, it really sounds like an anime dubbing.

"This is the ventriloquist I've been practicing recently. How about it? Does it still look like that?"

Anyway, idleness is idleness, and Mo Wen usually uses the time when he is not playing in the dungeon to practice this small skill, otherwise he will feel bored just watching the game or chatting with these NPCs for a long time.

"In other words, what I heard just now was actually... crumbs, damn bastard, don't run away!"

Before going on stage, Mo Wen leaned next to Ewing again.

"Diablo, this is my name."

"Get lost!" Ewing rolled his eyes.

Mo Wen didn't care, just showed a meaningful smile.

……

The halftime break ended, and when they came back, the Rockets sent Maxwell and Kenny Smith, who was still a player, to mark him.

In this era, it is said that zone defense is not allowed, and there are rules for illegal defense, but the whistleblowing of illegal defense is actually very subjective. As long as the defensive players are too blatantly double-teamed, the theoretical defensive goals and actual defense will increase. Referees generally turn a blind eye to the amount of movement between goals. (See Chapter 81 for an explanation of illegal defenses)
The marking of two people, coupled with the ability to defend with hands, is very annoying.

But the rest of the Knicks benefitted from it.

The current Knicks are not the luxury tax team that came later. The abilities of the players in the team are a bit ordinary, but at least they are players who can play with the Knicks to the finals.

Coupled with Mo Wen's old way of feeding cakes, no matter how bad his teeth are, he can still eat some.

The score was too late to catch up, and the Rockets also decided to start with defense and took out a "wrench".

But playing the "wrench" Knicks is not empty, not to mention that this is their home court.

After three quarters, the points of the two teams remained at 12 points.

"Give me that damn ball now!"

Olajuwon, who had completed the position in the paint, shouted anxiously to his teammates.

After receiving the pass from the outside, Olajuwon set a set of classic unexplained dream dance steps, swayed a little space, leaned over and pushed the ball into the basket.

Seeing Olajuwon yelling at his teammates, Mo Wen was also quite emotional.

[Your job is to dribble the ball halfway and give me the damn ball. 】

This sentence was actually what Olajuwon said to his teammates first, because he felt that the group of outside scumbags with a shooting percentage of less than 4% were not worthy of competing with him, a star with a shooting percentage of more than 5%.

In the early years, Olajuwon's temper was quite hot. Later, he believed in the turban religion, changed his name, and the arrival of Tang Shuai made his temper slightly eased, but only slightly, like at this critical moment, Teammates who dare not pass the ball to him or show a little hesitation will still be sprayed by him.

The stars of this era are not so kind and friendly. They are really not used to teammates getting sick. They really complain and scold in public!

Think about Dayao later... his fists are hardened.

Fortunately, because of his existence in this time and space, Dayao is not so stressed, nor is he so honest.

But compared with the big dream, it is still far away, and it needs to continue to be cultivated.

Back on the defensive end, Dameng didn't give up hope. Faced with Mowen's spirit snake breakthrough, after realizing that he was bound to lose his position, he didn't hesitate to elbow Mowen to the ground.

"Fake squid, do you want to court death for such a big move!?"

"Do you want to fight, you bastard!"

"If you can't prevent it, you will only play these dirty tricks? Okay, you will feel like you will be caught inside in a while!"

The Knicks players approached Olajuwon angrily.

Getting up from the ground, Mo Wen, who was in protective action, was not seriously injured.

Anger is all about anger, but Mo Wen didn't intend to do anything openly.

If he deliberately made a move and was sent off by the criminal, according to the rules of the copy space, the game would be automatically judged as a loss.

Usually it's okay, but today I can't fight openly.

However, Mo Wen's "sensibility" was also noticed by Ewing.

He instinctively felt something was wrong.

Starks, the reckless man who dared to try to dunk him during the trial training, has also been the master of "never suffer a loss, fight if there is a fight, and never lose a fight" in the Knicks in the past few years.

Mo Wen showed no anger at this time, in his eyes, it was as strange as it could be.

As the lead continued to expand, Mo Wen led the Knicks to further speed up, feeling that it was coming, and shot a few ultra-long three-pointers that pulled Riley up from the coach's seat.

In the final quarter, with 3 minutes left before the end of the game, the difference between the two teams was as high as 16 points. With the scoring ability shown by the Rockets in this round of the series, even if the Knicks were behind without a point, they would not be able to catch up.

In the last 2 minutes, the Knicks replaced all the core players and began to let the substitutes and water dispenser players enjoy the spotlight of the finals.

"Are you really John? Your performance just now is not the John I know. Also, your skills, your shooting posture, your defensive habits, and the way you speak, are so fucking It's like a different person!"

Sitting on the bench, Ewing, who was not overwhelmed by the joy of winning the championship, looked at Mo Wen seriously with his two eyes and two black hole-like nostrils.

"of course not."

"Actually, I didn't lie just now. That fellow Starks did perform a ceremony, or a transaction. Therefore, what is left in front of you now is Starks' body and the demon at the crossroads——Diabo Luo."

Mo Wen said with a three-point smile.

But his deep gaze pierced into Ewing's pupils like a sharp sword.

"Stop kidding, bastard..."

Ewing wanted to see through the disguise of these words with his eyes, but Mo Wen's motionless facial muscles and unshakable gaze made him feel colder the more he looked at each other.

"You have to have a limit when you are joking..."

"Fake, you bastard, why don't you laugh, are you a devil..."

"This joke isn't funny, man, you're going too far..."

"Fake..."

Gumbling—

"If you think it's just a joke, then take it as a joke." Mo Wen looked away, but still didn't smile.

Gumbling—

"Would you like to play a game, this coin, you don't need to guess, you just need to choose whether it is heads or tails."

"If you choose to be positive, then everything will be reset, Starks will come back, everyone's memories will be reset, and your ending will be empty-handed, oh, by the way, I'm not just talking about this year .”

"And if you choose tails, the deal between Starks and me will continue, and he will leave today because of an accident 10 years later, and today you can still win the championship, and you also have a 50% chance of winning the championship." To FMVP, an honor that really has weight and belongs to you alone."

"Then from now until the end of the game is the time you can use to make decisions."

Mo Wen put the coin just now into Ewing's palm.

Ewing looked at the coin in his hand and restrained his smile.

"You...pretend too much, how can the devil give people a chance to choose?"

"Devils are also changed by people."

Mo Wen chuckled, and looked at Ewing again with his penetrating eyes, "It's still the same sentence, if you don't believe it, you can treat it as a game."

Looking at Mo Wen's eyes, Ewing felt a chill running down his spine. He was sure that the pervert in front of him was definitely not the bastard Starks!
Could it be?Is this guy really a possessed devil?
Ewing looked at the 50 cents in the center of his hand, and his huge palm was almost unable to hold the small coin under the trembling for some reason.

"One last warning to you, if you're still John, or my brother, take it away! You're taking the joke too far."

Mo Wen smiled politely and shook his head: "I'm sorry, his trade request only includes playing football, and nothing related to brothers. If you don't want to make a choice, you can throw it away and leave it all to God."

"Does the devil believe in God?" Ewing asked.

"No, I just want to see how you will choose, choose him or yourself; choose God or yourself." Mo Wen's tone was frivolous, and the smile on his face made Mo Wen feel like he was is a pervert.

Standing up and stretching his waist, the fans around him thought he was celebrating a victory, so they cheered for "Starks" who had contributed many wonderful performances.

Needless to say, when the Knicks can win, New York fans are still very enthusiastic.

"Would you like to stand up and feel it, Patrick, this wonderful victory, you won't forget this moment."

"No matter what choice you make, I sincerely suggest that you stand up and feel it. Really, this is much more delicious than the apple that Adam and Eve stole."

Seeing that Ewing was still swaying, Mo Wen grabbed his jersey and raised one of his hands to the sky.

The camera turned to this side in a timely manner, and the fans cheered even more when they saw this scene.

Ewing was still a little at a loss at the beginning. He grabbed the other hand of the coin and held it tightly. His nails were embedded in the flesh, which seemed painful.

But the real pain made him feel very happy.

Because it makes him feel that all this is real.

The cheers washed away his soul, and for a moment, he even forgot the existence of the coin in his hand.

Ewing murmured, "It's true."

Mo Wen: "No, this is a dream."

Ewing closed his eyes: "No, this is real!!"

Mo Wen: "It depends on your choice."

There was a bit of tremor in Ewing's voice: "This is real, you can't take it away!"

Mo Wen laughed: "Is it hard to make a choice?"

Ewing's arms embracing happiness fell down feebly, turned his head, looked at Mo Wen and said firmly, "I'm sure, you're not John."

Mo Wen smiled and pointed to the clock: "Look at the progress of the game, you still have 2 minutes, enjoy or continue to enjoy."

Ewing took a deep breath: "I think I have the freedom to refuse to choose."

"Rejecting is a choice." Mo Wen still kept smiling.

The fans at the scene were eagerly looking forward to the end of time, and Ewing was also hesitating in the dilemma.

Mo Wen, who played in the world, rubbed his chin. Perhaps, when he retired from the world, he could really find a job from Satan.

Finally, when the time was running out, Ewing held the coin and put it back in Mo Wen's hand.

"Whether what you say is true or false, this is my decision, return John to us, our fate is up to us to decide!"

"Your choice was beyond my expectation, are you sure you don't regret it?"

"The honor is earned by oneself, not by the devil!" Ewing's eyes became firmer.

"If this is a dream, let it all wake up, if this is not a dream, then we deserve it!"

"Hehe, good night, have a good dream, Parkrick."

The picture in front of him cracked and dissipated like a stream of light and broken shadows.

The consciousness returned to the body, and the rested body once again washed the tired and perverted soul with abundant physical energy.

Patrick... Unfortunately, it was just a dream.

huh——

After two years, he finally got it done!
In reality, he has won the championship twice, but in the dungeon space, it was the first time for him to clear the [Dungeon of Hell].

After a while, Mo Wen, who recalled the joy of victory, suddenly remembered that he still had a "finals gift package" that he hadn't received.

Call out the space light curtain, and the first row of colorful novelties in the item bar, if nothing else, is the reward for clearing the [Dungeon of Hell] last night.

Take a deep breath.

I was quite looking forward to it, after all, he had been craving these rewards for a long time before.

He is not in short supply of high-level potential rough stones now, and his clearance success rate of [Nightmare Dungeon] is 6%.

He does not lack badges, and basically he has almost filled up the high-level badges. There are badge bonuses, but for those who rely on experience to play, his increase is not particularly large, and it is more of a guarantee, such as When he feels in a bad state, he has the blessing of the badge to cover the bottom, the hit rate, and the success rate of the action will be basically guaranteed.

As for skill packs...

With 50 years of playing experience, there is nothing he can't practice.

[Dungeon of Hell]'s specialty, talent and black technology are what he really cares about.

Click to open in turn.

Ignoring the old acquaintances in front, Mo Wen turned his attention to the three behind.

[Talent: Jumper]: Bounce increases by 2 points, and bullet speed increases by 20%.

(Note 1: The upper limit can be ignored by increasing the bounce attribute) (Note 2: Regular bullet speed is positively correlated with the bounce value)

[Talent: Pretender]: Behavior is easier to be recognized and believed by others.

(Note 1: Not limited to court behavior) (Note 2: It is difficult to remove the mask after a long time, so please always check your heart.)
Two talents appeared in one breath?

hiss--

Is he the emperor of Europe?
Or is this the grand prize from dozens of previous "Fu Xing Lose Streaks"?
[Jumper] This talent is still serious, although it is not that useful to him at this stage, after all, his floor-flow style of play probably won't change until his injury resistance is fully maxed out.

But [The Pretender] feels like an affinity aura?
This isn't really "whatever you do is just" anymore.

Let's diverge a little bit more... Scumbag artifact?
That's not right, although he is a scumbag, he doesn't seem to need this. After all, the one who is in love is little Catherine, and the couple at home, they play with them, Mo Wen can get in, but he can't.

(Later, Catherine Schwarzenegger, the granddaughter of Melody, the daughter of the governor, will be written as Little Catherine, and the fitness trainer and masseuse will be Big Catherine. Hope you all know it.)
However, [Pretender] doesn’t have any numbers to back it up. I don’t know if the specific effect will become as mysterious as the badge, and I will verify it later.

The last prize is also the black technology that he is most looking forward to.

Let me be healthy--

"Safety"

Mo Wen blinked.

Looking at the red piece of paper with peace written like a paper talisman in front of him, he was dumbfounded.

What is this, why does it feel so unreliable.

Put the consciousness on it and click on its detailed information.

[Peace Talisman]: Avoiding misfortune does not lead to good fortune, the holder does not deliberately seek misfortune, and will not encounter life and death crises.

(Note 1: After 72 hours of cumulative carrying, it can be permanently bound, no need to carry it, and it will take effect permanently) (Note 2: It can be transferred before the binding is completed, and cannot be transferred after the binding is completed)

Wait, watch it again.

···
Mo Wen seemed to understand the meaning of this so-called black technology.

Good guy, the end of technology is metaphysics, right?

It seems that this thing is useless, especially if it is placed in China, it is even more tasteless.

However, in this land where all people eat chicken.

Being able to guarantee safety is really a remarkable ability.

In a year in Miami, he has heard gunshots in nearly seven different neighborhoods.

Face to face, Mo Wen only saw him when he went out to play with Ao Pang, and it scared him enough just once.

Within range, all beings are equal, and no amount of money can stop a bullet.

With this thing, as long as he doesn't go too far, go and find those slum alleys that are dangerous at first glance, and in that big world, he can go wherever he wants?
nice one.

If you have the opportunity, make a few more, and your family members and friends from Laomei's side should all use them.

Looking at the concrete amulet, he thought about finding something to hang around his neck later.

The light curtain dissipated, looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, Mo Wen let out a breath.

This wave of rewards has successfully aroused Mo Wen's interest in the copy of the strategy.

There is nothing that takes him to the sky, but what is given is also a good thing.

It's just a pity, because the number of finals is the least, so the number of [Hell Dungeon] is also the least. It takes four or five days at least, and more than a week to spawn [Hell Dungeon].

Therefore, we have to continue to become stronger.

It was okay if I didn't know it before, but now that I know it, it is definitely impossible to waste the opportunity in vain.

Mo Wen, who was full of energy, was recognized by little Mo Wen with a raised hand.

The girl who was about to wake up in her arms noticed something strange, and opened her eyes in a daze.

"Morning, dear."

In the haze, she adjusted the posture of her small head and lower body so that she could lie more comfortably in Mo Wen's arms.

And the other hand groped for Mo Wen's other arm, trying to pull that arm into his embrace.

Mo Wen had no reason to refuse.

Compared with the two mature carcasses at home, the girl's soft, white and tender skin has a different taste to the touch.

Don't get me wrong, Mo Wen, an old law-abiding citizen, did everything in one step without coming up.

For things like falling in love, the vegetarian one is more flavorful than the meaty one, at least it has to be done gradually to make it feel better.

Both Mo Wen and Catherine enjoyed the feeling of being respected and loved by each other.

And taking a step back, he doubted whether little Catherine's body could withstand his strength.

There are two professionals in the family, one focuses on fitness and the other focuses on yoga, he can win the upper hand, and little Catherine is a little girl who has not yet left the ivory tower...
The most frightening thing is that Mo Wen's body is still getting stronger...
Forget it, let little Catherine figure out her own way later.

(Don't mention the third daughter of Stallone's family. The eldest daughter was born in 96. She is still in elementary school at this point in time...)

After tossing and turning twice, Mo Wen was completely awake, and the girl who had recovered from her senses was also awake.

The red and warm Mo Wen met the pink steam girl.

Pure love is pure.

So, eat her within three days!

……

"Trust me, this algorithm will change the whole world!"

The lizard man waved his spit in front of Mo Wen.

It was already the second day, and Mo Wen hadn't noticed the lizard lines and eyelids that were rumored on the Internet.

"So, Mo, are you planning on joining us or becoming our boss?"

Classmate Xiao Zha looked at Kai Zi expectantly.

In the latest statistics released by Forbes, Mo Wen entered two lists, one for the value of NBA stars and one for celebrity income.

The star value list is a comprehensive evaluation of the player based on the annual salary earned by the player in the past year and the performance he contributed to the game, and then a unified ranking is made.

In human terms, it is the cost-effective ranking list.

Mo Wen topped the list with an annual salary of 600 million, while Billups followed closely with an annual salary of 550 million.

Many economic experts think they have found the reason why the Pistons and Heat won the championship, because they all got the "middle class bonus"!
As for the following celebrity income list.

Mo Wen ranked 2620th in the United States with an apparent taxable income of 13 million dollars.

Nike's contracts accounted for the majority, not only the fixed 1300 million contract, but Mo Wen's 200 million incentive clause was basically triggered.Mo Wen earned 1500 million from this contract alone.

Of course, this list is not purely based on the level of income. It considers two factors-wealth and influence.

Ao Pang is 900 million higher than Mo Wen, and he ranks sixth. Director Spielberg, who is behind Ao Pang, earned 6 million last year, but his influence is not close, so he can only be ranked behind Ao Pang.

Mo Wen's net worth was not particularly high, but it was quite a terrifying amount for them.

Now the largest social media in North America is not Facebook, but MySpace.

According to statistics in early June, the number of Facebook users has just reached 6 million, while the number of MS users has reached 300 million.

In April this year, Xiao Zha was thinking of selling Facebook to MS for 4 million.

But MS couldn't open the pot at that time.

Both of them are burning money, and MS, which has an absolute advantage, has no interest in paying attention to Xiao Zha. At the beginning of the year, their financing was only valued at 4600 million. After a few months, 7500 million to buy a "little brother" isn't pure resentment?
Xiao Zha is also in a tense state now, and they don’t have much money in their account. In addition to burning money on the server, they have recently studied how to apply Yahoo’s big data system and their own algorithms to Facebook’s Pushing, that is, the set of targeted pushes that Doukuai B did later, also cost them a lot of manpower and money.

The good news is that Fox News Corporation has started to acquire MS Company. As the second child of the same kind, their worth has also risen accordingly.

"Of course I'm interested. I've been using your Facebook all the time. I also majored in computer science in college. It's just that I can't understand your algorithm for a while, and the effect is not so clear. How about it? I will have my brokerage team and legal team come over this week, and they will discuss specific investment issues, and you are ready, they are professional, but they are not as easy to deal with as I am.”

Mo Wen didn't want to show any urgency.

Mo Wen, who is familiar with Xiao Zha’s personality, still believes that professional work should be done by professionals. Now that Facebook’s valuation is around 8500-9000 million, he is not greedy, and taking 10% is almost enough.

Financing is not only a question of money, but also the consideration of resources behind it. The rise of a large company definitely does not mean that money can solve the problem.

He took more shares, and Facebook asked him to help him contact and open the Chinese market later, and he might be turned into a stranger inside and out.

When Facebook finishes digesting the North American market, it is estimated that it will raise funds for several rounds, and its equity index will definitely be diluted by half.

He is just a small shareholder who doesn't care about anything, just make some "small" money.

After investigating Facebook, Mo Wen brought Catherine to Los Angeles, ready to start a vacation life.

But suddenly a phone call from Nike took him another 2 days.

It's annoying, but there's nothing I can do about it. After all, the 1500 million contract doesn't mean that you can easily get it by shooting two commercials and wearing Nike shoes during the competition.

When he returns to China, he will have to run with Nike again, and the scope is not only in China, but also in the rich regions of Asia.

Of course, Mo Wen is not the only one who is so "miserable", and other stars who have signed big contracts generally follow this process.

Appeared everywhere, brushed up the sense of presence, and sold shoes.

Hundreds of millions!
It's just that he didn't expect that the first event he came up with would be "Dancing with Snakes" for him.

On the first day of the signing event, Nike arranged for Mo Wen and Nao Ke to play against each other on the left and right sides of the venue.

The tallest thing is that the promotional poster also made a PK appearance. Mo Wen and Kobe were on the left and the right, and the positions where the two stood were the left and right shoulders of the suspected Ao Pang phantom.

Apart from a little numbness, Mo Wen didn't feel anything else.

But Kobe didn't know whether it was Mo Wen or the phantom of the shark that aroused his desire to win, and the signature was called a fast one.

He quickly consumed the sneakers prepared by Nike at a rate nearly twice that of Mo Wen. He originally wanted to rush to the next session, but when he turned his head, he was told that today only signings are available...
For the rest of the time, I can only sit on wax and chat and interact with fans, waiting for Nike to send another batch of sneakers.

The scene of him waiting in the middle happened to be captured by a photographer. Kobe, who was crowded with people, formed a sharp contrast with Mo Wen, who was crowded with people.

Moreover, there is a mentality of blind obedience to the people in the queue. Seeing that there are not many people queuing over there, even fewer people are willing to join the queue there.

The back shoes came, but the team didn't line up again, and the waiting team was a bit small, and the signing time of the day came again.

Kobe didn't think there was any problem at first, and even felt that he had won yesterday's competition because he sold more shoes.

But after seeing the stark comparison of the flow of people in a certain newspaper, his mentality almost collapsed.

Labor and capital is that the sneakers are sold too fast, and they are out of stock. What does it mean that no one cares about Kobe's sneakers?

This is Los Angeles, the home of labor and management!
On the second day of the event, Nike did not actually arrange any intense activities, it just took the children of the two teams to play an exhibition game.

Mo Wen originally wanted to have fun, but whoever thought of it, Kobe came up to give the children a few opportunities to perform, and then began to find Mo Wen to play singles.

Perform well, most of the time is Mo Wen and this guy's heads-up.

At 21:19, Kobe, who had a small victory of 2 points, was still not satisfied, and wanted to drag Mo Wen to continue the heads-up after the event.

"Go, go, take your basketball, Bryant!" Mo Wen waved his hands helplessly.

"Why, young talents can't do it after playing for a while? If you want to master your skills, you have to put in more effort when you are young. If you don't become better, you can't survive when that fat man exists. To fight for MVP."

Kobe said in the tone of a person who has experienced it.

"Have the Lakers made it to the playoffs?" Mo Wen was most annoyed by the tone of the people who came here, and instead of answering the question, he asked back.

Kobe: "..."

"Did you get the MVP?" Mo Wen continued to ask.

Kobe: "..."

"Let me tell you another thing, this year's FMVP voting, Shaq didn't get a single vote." Mo Wen continued to pout his heart.

Kobe: "..."

Angrily, Kobe left the venue in a hurry and called the team manager as soon as he arrived in the car.

"There is no need to deliberately clear the team space, that kid is not suitable for the Lakers."

Kupchak on the other side of the phone paused before realizing who Kobe was talking about.

"Didn't it be discussed before, is he a good partner for you? I also asked Phil specifically, and he said that you two are suitable."

"No, I've talked to him, but we can't talk."

"... Is that so? Then we can only choose that child."

On June 6, the NBA Draft was held at Madison Gardens.

Compared with last year, this year's draft picks are very different from those in history.

With the league's worst record, the rookie Bobcats waited for their second No. [-] pick in their second season in the league.

And not surprisingly, they also selected the No. [-] pick.

Danzi, who was still just the small owner of the Bobcats, laughed undisguisedly in front of the camera after confirming that the team had selected Bogoute.

Danzi, who suffered once, appreciates Bogout's "optimistic and cheerful" mature personality.

Coming off the draft stage, he showed his self-confidence that is different from ordinary people.

Known as "White Duncan" or "Duncan Second", he did not show the slightest respect for Duncan himself.

"Tim Duncan? I played against him, when I was representing Australia at the Athens Olympics, and there was nothing special about him."

"The only advantage he may have is that he knows more about NBA rules than me? Looking at his performance in this year's finals, I don't think I am any worse than him!"

Of course, Duncan was not the only one lying on the ground. When the reporter found out that this guy had no way to talk, he commented on the famous insiders in the entire league once.

Big Ben?He's just a brawny guy with no muscles!
Little O?One soft egg!
Yao Ming?who?

Howard?High school students, what a waste!
Divac?Are you insulting me with a turtle? !
Fellow Langley?He also deserves to be a Kangaroo country player?
Okafor?He is the players?Ah, it turned out to be my teammate, sorry for not knowing hahahaha!

It can be summed up in one sentence, except for Olney, the rest of the juniors are like chickens and dogs, and they are sold in Seoul.

The reporters who interviewed him were quite happy at the beginning, but after the interview, they felt that the content of the interview was a bit fake.

Are you sure this wasn't made up by some third-rate tabloid.

Do normal people talk like that?

But Bogoute is such a confident person.

Because the recent three consecutive MVPs have all come from point guards, the market for Deron, Paul and Felton this year can be said to be bullish all the way, and even once threatened Bogoute's status as the No. [-] pick. The body has inherited the will of the famous star, and the alliance is too soft now. It is his duty to revive the glory of the inside line.

The Hornets, who held the second pick, hesitated for a long time. With David West's mediocre statistics, they finally settled on Marvin Williams' talent.

The Jazz are the only pick that hasn't changed. They have the right to swap draft picks with the Trail Blazers this year. It's just that the Trail Blazers hit the No. 3 pick in history, but this time they won the No. 3 pick themselves.Without much hesitation, they chose Deron, who seemed to be in better physical condition.

In the end, under the sad eyes of the Raptors manager, the Lakers used the No. 4 pick from the trade to select the player who had no shortcomings in the scout report except for his short stature.

Mo Wen touched his chin.

What the hell, isn't it, it really made Kobe and Paul a team?

　no more tonight...
　　
　
(End of this chapter)