genius creator

Chapter 802 I am Kobe Bryant
At eight o'clock in the evening, Los Angeles was bustling. This was Yang Luo's first trip to the United States.

Along the way, there was one thing that Yang Luo found very strange, that is, no one recognized him. You know, he was already very popular in Spain, so this made Yang Luo feel a little uncomfortable.

However, after getting off the plane, Yang Luo didn't dare to waste time. After all, he agreed to Tyson and was still waiting to introduce him to friends.

"Hey, here."

In the distance, a deflated Chinese caught Yang Luo's attention.

Yang Luo heard the sound and looked over, it didn't matter what he saw, he almost spit out.

Tyson actually wore a colorful wig, sunglasses, painted his mouth like a shemale, and held up a sign with his name written on it.

"No way, it's such an exaggeration," Yang Luo was a little skeptical, whether Tyson would take himself to a masquerade next.

Yang Luo hurried over, and before he could speak, Tyson gave him a big bear hug.

"Haha, master, we finally meet,"

"Master?" Yang Luo was taken aback, and almost didn't realize it. When he was filming "I'm the King of Boxing", Tyson was impressed by his own skills, so he directly worshiped himself as his teacher.

This passage was almost forgotten, but Yang Luo immediately recalled Tyson's shout.

"Get in the car first, otherwise we won't be able to leave because there are too many people." Yang Luo anxiously got into the car behind him.

Tyson waved his hand, "Don't worry, no one will know you here,"

Yang Luo turned his head, "Why?" Yang Luo was puzzled, why no one knew him here.

Tyson shook his head, sat next to Yang Luo, closed the car door, and said, "This is not Spain, this is the United States. There is only one sport recognized by everyone here, and that is basketball."

Yang Luo nodded thoughtfully, NBA basketball is the best, Yang Luo had heard of this when he was in school.

Knowing what Tyson said, Yang Luo suddenly understood why no one would recognize him along the way.

"Then what are you doing in this form?" Yang Luo pointed at the other party's exaggerated attire and said.
Tyson took off the woman's wig off her head, then wiped off the lipstick on her mouth, and said: "We are really different, I was afraid of being recognized, so I turned into this, you think I would."

Yang Luo glanced, "You mean you are the most popular."

"Haha, let's put it this way, even though I have retired for many years, but my popularity is still undiminished, if you don't believe me, shout out."

Without even thinking about it, Yang Luo poked his head out and shouted across the road, "Tyson is a big fool."

But there was a roar from across the road: "Fakeyou~~"

"I'll go," Yang Luo retracted his head, looking at Tyson in surprise.

Tyson, on the other hand, packed his things calmly, but he was secretly happy. In the United States, the popularity of the boxing champion is not built. Besides, a few months ago, his movie "I am the boxing champion" just When it was released, the box office swept Europe and the United States, and its popularity rose to a higher level, so he didn't worry about his popularity in the United States at all.

It's different for Yang Luo. In the United States, basketball completely crushes football. Even the world's highest-level events such as the World Cup are rarely watched by Americans.

Sitting in the car, Yang Luo suddenly felt bored. It turned out that he was too worried along the way.

"Then where are you taking me next? Aren't you going to introduce me to a friend?" Yang Luo looked at the other party and said.

"That's right, I'll take you to a place next, and you'll know when you go."

After finishing speaking, the car shuttled through the bustling Los Angeles. The prosperity here far exceeded Yang Luo's imagination. Although it was also cold winter, the temperature here was still not as cold as his hometown Rongcheng. Instead, he felt a sense of heat all over his body.

After a while, the car stopped, "Come on, we're here." In a blink of an eye, Tyson put on a standard suit and got out of the car.

Yang Luo doubted how Tyson could do it, the speed of getting dressed was too fast.

Yang Luo got out of the car, and a tall building appeared in front of him.

A string of English made Yang Luo's eyes shine. Staples Center.
"Staples Center, this is the home of the Los Angeles Lakers, I want to go next, you should understand," Tyson looked at Yang Luo and said with a smile.

Yang Luo raised his head and looked at this huge stadium. Why is there still an endless stream of people outside the stadium entering in? "Slogan.

Seeing fans passing by one by one, no one really recognized me. Instead, many fans were excited to take pictures with Tyson when they saw Tyson.

America is indeed a very magical country.

Yang Luo raised his head and watched the big screen lit up outside the building, and a video of a person was constantly flashing.

Yang Luo recognized this person. He used to be with Zhang Xiao. Zhang Xiao called Kobe Bryant every day. He was a Kobe fan. What impressed him the most was that in the eyes of Americans, Kobe was their god.

Therefore, Yang Luo recognized it at a glance.

"Let's go, I'll show you a Lakers game, and I'll show you my friends by the way."

With a curious heart, Yang Luo followed Tyson into the Staples Center. On the way, an American fan rushed to Yang Luo and shouted: "Where are you from?"

Yang Luo was taken aback. These fans were different from the Spanish fans. They didn't call your name at first, but asked where you were from.

"China." Yang Luo said honestly.

"Then which team do you support, the Lakers or the Thunder?"

Yang Luo was stunned by the question. He didn't know anything about basketball, and he didn't support any of them. But seeing the fans here were all wearing Lakers jerseys, he shouted without thinking: "Lakers , I support the Lakers, oh yeah."

"OK, good friend, you are too discerning." After speaking, he rushed into the stadium with a group of fans.

Walking through the aisle into the court, the immediate passion hits me like a heat wave.

"Wow"

The entire stadium was so shocking, the stadium that could accommodate thousands of people was packed, and there was a lot of voices inside, the whole stadium seemed to be overturned.

"Yang Luo, follow me closely, I'll take you to find a seat," Tyson pushed through the crowd after finishing speaking, and finally led Yang Luo to the first row closest to the players.

Tyson sat directly on the ground, Yang Luo saw it, and simply sat on the ground.

This is the home court of the Lakers. In the middle of the field, the Lakers' logo is printed on the floor. The place is very bright. There are players from the two teams standing on it. The first impression of these players to Yang Luo is one word, tall.

These people are too tall.

With a height of 185, Yang Luo is usually considered superior when walking in the crowd, but today, looking at the players on the field who are tall and thick, Yang Luo suddenly becomes like an ant.

Moreover, the shouts of the surrounding fans are no less than the shouts in the football arena.

At this time, a tall man wearing a No. 24 jersey walked over, bent down to reveal a row of white teeth, and said, "Hey Yang Luo, welcome to Los Angeles, I'm Kobe Bryant. "

(End of this chapter)