My days of working at the NBA

Chapter 39 Two horizontal lines and one vertical line mean it's all about doing.

"Naomi, it was a great honor to train with you. In the short three hours we spent together, I felt inspired by you, which filled me with energy. I sincerely invite you and Ashmery to come and watch our match tomorrow. I will send the tickets over later."

At the entrance of the training hall, Lawrence extended an invitation to the two ladies.

Du Ze stood to the side, just like he did when he was eighteen, standing like a lackey.

Naomi, the Black Pearl, readily agreed: "I'd love to too, and I'll be there to cheer you on tomorrow."

How could it not be pleasant?

Lawrence, that lecherous old man, picked up the balls for the two of them the whole time, his eagerness making him look like a Scarface Yellow dog wagging its tail behind a female dog.

This forced Du Ze to retrieve the ball himself during shooting practice, which significantly reduced his efficiency.

Lawrence smiled and replied with impeccable manners, "Thank you."

Naomi waved: "I'm off now, bye-bye."

Lawrence watched the two go and waved, saying, "Be careful on the road, and send me a message when you arrive."

The wild, tanned girl, Ashmery, turned around and gestured, "You guys should get some rest too. I look forward to seeing your amazing performance tomorrow."

Before leaving, she subconsciously glanced at Du Ze, who remained silent.

Du Ze simply smiled and nodded without saying a word.

Seeing this, Lawrence quickly chimed in, "Definitely! We'll definitely beat those Connecticut bastards to a pulp!"

As he spoke, taking advantage of the fact that the two girls had already turned around, he nudged Du Ze with his elbow.

Du Ze remained unmoved and simply watched quietly.

Once the two figures disappeared, Lawrence looked displeased: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you mute?"

Du Ze glanced at him sideways: "What do you want me to say?"

He paused for a moment, then asked with a mocking expression, "You said you'd take me home?"

Lawrence paused for a moment, then shook his head violently: "Isn't that a bit too direct? Maybe next time, next time should be okay."

As he finished speaking, a lewd smile appeared on his face.

Du Ze ignored him and quickly walked back.

He had to go back to the locker room to change his clothes.

Lawrence followed behind, his tone full of confusion: "You're not still thinking about Darlina, are you?"

Du Ze almost laughed out of anger at those words: "In your eyes, am I really that worthless? That I only ever think with my lower body?"

"Please, women are just women. There are plenty of them in this world, they're not some rare resource. As long as you have money, you have a magnet for them, and they'll try every means to get close to you."

Lick the dog?

Ha, even a dog wouldn't do that.

As for this wild and sexy Ashmery, she wasn't that important to him.

His most important task right now is to play well in today's game and make a full-fledged push for the NBA.

If he can get into the NBA, he will have countless options.

Offering excessive flattery is the lowest level of dating advice.

Attraction is what makes a man irresistible.

Of course, he didn't intend to say these things to the ugly guy in front of him.

Lawrence, however, frowned deeply and his face turned pale.

Even though Du Ze was talking about himself, he still felt a little uncomfortable listening to him.

Why is that?

……

The next day.

Early in the morning, the suite was already empty; there was no sign of Lawrence.

Du Ze guessed that this guy probably went to the ticket office to get the player's special tickets, and then happily went to deliver them.

He shook his head and smiled wryly, then quickly washed up and went downstairs for a run.

When they returned for breakfast, all the teammates were there, except for Lawrence.

Lyons glanced at Duze, then peeked behind him, looking puzzled. "Hey, where's Matt?"

Du Ze didn't expose him, pretending not to know: "You should be going for a run."

However, it wasn't on the runway, but in the realm of romance, where he was launching a mad pursuit of Black Pearl.

But this may not necessarily be a bad thing.

If Naomi were to come and watch, Lawrence would definitely have a surge of hormones. After all, it's normal for men to show off in front of the women they like.

English then asked, "He wasn't with you?"

"no."

Du Ze shook his head, picked up some beef and a few cherry tomatoes from a plate, added some vegetables, and sat down to eat.

However, I couldn't help but feel a little impressed. Lawrence was quite something; he quickly became familiar with the girl, which is something not everyone can do.

There's an old saying that goes, "Everyone has their own unique talents," and it's certainly true.

Although Lawrence is an ugly guy, he has put all his skill points into picking up girls, and he is definitely a master at socializing.

After breakfast, the group headed to the training hall.

Lawrence arrived late, having just changed his clothes. He was in a good mood, humming a song as he greeted everyone enthusiastically, "Hey, my brothers, ready for battle?"

English leaned closer to Lyons and whispered, "Did this guy find some money?"

Lyons replied seriously, "It could also be gold."

Carroll glared at him: "Where have you been so early in the morning? The game is at three in the afternoon, hurry up and change your clothes."

After what happened in the locker room, although their relationship was still there, it was no longer as carefree and casual as before.

Lawrence didn't respond, but confidently declared, "We are determined to win this game."

After getting dressed, the group of people walked out of the changing room in a large crowd.

Du Ze tied his shoelaces and was about to get up when Lawrence suddenly called out to him from behind: "Du."

Du Ze turned around: "What's wrong?"

"Come have dinner with me after the game."

Lawrence raised an eyebrow at him, giving him a knowing look.

"You'll have free time if you win the game."

Du Ze said those words and left.

The game is at 3 PM, so there was no high-intensity training in the morning; the focus was on stretching and shooting.

Everyone chatted and laughed all morning, without any sense of pressure as a major battle was about to begin.

After lunch, everyone suddenly became quiet and reserved.

As time ticked by, the training hall finally felt like a dark cloud looming over the city, threatening to crush it.

On the eve of a major battle, not only were nerves on edge, but even muscles were taut.

At 2:00 PM sharp, I returned to the locker room and changed into my game uniform.

The roar of music from outside poured in, and the DJ's shouts appeared intermittently.

Du Ze waited calmly.

In his previous life, if he remembered correctly, the University of Missouri was eliminated by Connecticut in the quarterfinals.

Now that everything is starting over, he doesn't know if he can transform into those powerful butterfly wings and change Missouri's fate.

To be honest, he couldn't help but feel nervous at that moment.

He worried that the course of history could not be changed, and was even more afraid that something unpredictable might happen in the process of trying to change it.

But now that we've reached this crossroads in time, there's no turning back.

"Brothers."

Carroll was the first to stand up.

Everyone gathered around.

Carol began with a low growl: "The battle is about to begin, it's time to stride confidently toward the championship trophy."

Lawrence followed up: "You son of a bitch..."

"You son of a bitch..."

The shouts of everyone combined to shake the small locker room.

Du Ze's somewhat heavy mood was instantly dispelled.

Yes!

Screw you, it's just two horizontal lines and one vertical line, why think so much?