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Chapter 274 Damn Michael

Chapter 274 Damn Michael

After a light meal, they all went back to their homes satisfied, looking for their mothers.

Next, it will be the All-Star Weekend two days later.

This is also one of the few opportunities for the entire league to relax for a few days.

DeWeese is not as hard-working as last year, after all, he has passed the age where he needs to use this kind of opportunity to prove himself.

However, this sentence is quite inconsistent. .After all, he still has to participate in the rookie game this year. After all, he has only been in the league for less than two years.

He only needs to participate in two games this year, the rookie game and the main game, and in these two games, he is just ready to play soy sauce.

After all, there are still so many people waiting for a piece of the All-Star cake.

In this year's dunk contest, Isiah Ryder, who narrowly lost to Davis last year, and Harold Miner, the champion of the dunk contest the year before, were called "baby jordan".

This year's three-point contest is also full of stars. The Heat's super shooter, Glenn Rice, who often hits incredible shooting percentages, and the Pacers' ace guard, who is also a super shooter, Reggie Miller, are also looking forward to the duel.

Two days later, DeWeese took Anna to Phoenix.

As soon as they got off the plane, the two murdered a wave of film first.

As the hottest new star in the league now and the most promising guard to rule the league after Jordan, DeWeese is very popular with the media.

What's more, he was accompanied by Anna, who was so popular some time ago.

Coupled with the fact that the images of both of them are very good, these reasons are enough for the reporters to wait for them at the airport.

Davis behaved very naturally in the face of the journalists' long and short guns.

Anna watched Davis accept the interview with a smile the whole time.

Speaking of which, this was the first time that Davis and Anna appeared in front of so many reporters.

Because the two people are usually very low-key, that is, the home and the team are on the same line, plus away games, and one of them is a player and the other is a coach, and the number of times they appear in front of reporters at the same time is even rarer.

After satisfying the curiosity of the reporters, Davis took Anna to the car specially come to pick them up.

Arriving at the hotel arranged by the league, Davis found at the front desk the Suns star, Flying Pig, and Charles Barkley, who also came to stay.

"Hi, Sir Charles, how are you?" Davis greeted Barkley.

Barkley turned his head to look, amused.

"Isn't this our little Michael?"

DeWeese walked up and chatted with Barkley as they went through the formalities.

"Is this flying pig really 198?" Davis subconsciously glanced at Barkley's bald head.

He himself has a standard height of 198, and Barkley is also known as 198, but Davis can see Barkley's bald head quite clearly. . . .

No wonder seeing Jordan and Barkley standing together, Jordan is obviously taller, I thought it was Barkley who didn't stand up straight, it turns out. . .

Well, everyone knows the height of the NBA.

The two walked into the elevator together and came to the floor assigned to the players.

The 11th floor is the most luxurious floor of the hotel, and there is also a large open-air observation deck, which is directly occupied by the alliance.

After putting the things in the room, DeWeese came out to the terrace.

Sure enough, there are already many burly men here.

Jordan is playing cards with a group of old guys, he is smoking a cigar, and he has a sense of sight of a gangster.

Malone and Stockton, the Wannian CP, whispered beside them.

Wen Baker was carrying a wine bottle, chatting here and there, the smile on his face never went down, he looked like a salesman.

"Hey, little Michael, this way."

Jordan saw someone walking onto the terrace, saw that it was Davis, raised his head and called out to Davis.

Davis obediently ran to Jordan's side.

"Do you want two?" Jordan shook the poker in his hand towards Davis.

"do not!"

"I won't play when he comes."

"Didn't lose enough last year or what?"

Everyone next to him, including Pippen, Ewing, David Robinson, and Richmond, all opposed DeWeese's joining the battle with one voice.

Jordan scratched his bald head embarrassingly.

"Then you can play by yourself."

Davis gestured to Jordan with a gesture that everyone on Earth could understand, greeted the others, and walked to the side at a leisurely pace.

He came to Malone and Stockton, and found that the two old drivers were discussing that the technician job in the nightclub in Salt Lake City was better.

After discovering that Davis was eavesdropping, Malone hugged Davis with his arm, which was almost as thick as Davis' legs.

"Boy, dare to eavesdrop on the two of us, are you tired of working!"

Malone said viciously threatening Davis, but his eyes were full of smiles.

For some reason, when I saw this kid in front of me, I felt very close, as if I had played ball together.

After chatting for a while, Davis bid farewell to the two and continued to hang out.

And Malone said to Stockton: "I don't know why, but when I saw this kid, I felt very close, as if I had known him for a long time."

What Malone didn't expect was that Stockton also nodded.

"I also have this feeling."

Ma Long instantly had the feeling of "the person I love doesn't love me anymore". . .

Just as Davis walked away, he found a person holding a wine bottle and greeted him.

"Have a drink, Michael." Vin Baker took a wine glass from the side, poured the wine and stuffed it into Davis' hands.

"I'm sorry, Wen, I don't drink." Davis politely declined Wen Baker's invitation.

"How can a man not drink?" Wen Baker muttered dissatisfied.

"Aren't you afraid that drinking will affect your competitive state?" Davis asked Wen Baker curiously.

"I'm different from you guys. The more I drink, the better I am." Wen Baker laughed, raised the bottle and took a sip.

"Without my good brother, what's the point of living?"

Well, DeWeese thinks the dude is drunk. . .

He suddenly remembered a sentence from the storytelling master Mr. Shan that he heard in his previous life.

It's hard to persuade the damn ghost with good words, and the great mercy will not save him from death.

Since you risked your own death, don't blame others for not persuading you.

Finally, Davis found his destination.

Webb, Hill, Hardaway, O'Neill, Mourning and others sat on the beach chairs chatting and laughing from time to time.

Davis waited silently beside him for a while, and while O'Neill got up to get a drink, he secretly lifted his beach chair and put it aside.

Unaware, O'Neal got the drink, took a sip, burped comfortably, and then sat down on the ground.

The people who had been watching for a while laughed loudly at the same time.

O'Neill sat on the ground, looked at Davis with a smirk on his face, and shouted angrily: "Damn Michael!"

(End of this chapter)