Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 28 The Invisible She
"You should relax yourself, young man. You... uh, a little too eager for quick success, it's not good!"

Morey's words echoed in his mind, making him feel dizzy...

Woke up and slept until noon.

Ron rolled over holding his aching head.

The day before the bright red mark on the calendar is approaching, tomorrow, the first game of the regular season.

It is very interesting for the league to arrange for the Trail Blazers, who were eliminated by the Rockets last season, to be a guest at the Toyota Center...

He turned over, stuffed a biscuit into his mouth, and opened the door of the bookstore apologetically.

do you remember?This is the temporary residence that Yao's mother found for him through his relationship. The little old man handed over the shop to Ron on weekends, and this is the only time he enjoys a pleasant vacation.

When the warm sun came on the weekend afternoon, Ron stretched himself and made himself a pot of black tea.

No one wakes up later than him. The pedestrian street is full of traffic, unique stalls, and mottled stone roads in the old city. It is hard to imagine that there is such an exotic town in the aerospace city of Houston.

No. 026 Lincoln Street, he pulled Webb away sexily. It was obvious that the landlord, the little old man, didn't want to wake Ron up. He had no intention of opening a shop at all. Ron felt a lot of gratitude...

The old man in the shade was drowsy, the radio beside him echoed an elegant classical song, and the fashion store behind him broadcast the latest entertainment trends.

"do not leave!"

"We will be honored to have Scarlett Johansson..."

Gentle and lazy afternoon, this was the first time Ron had heard the name...

"(Crazy sound from the audience~)"

"...Hollywood's sexiest woman to date, and her new film 'Iron Man 2' once again tops the list of most anticipated films...will be released in May next year..."

Many years later, Ron's interview.

"Of course I've seen her films and always thought she was great, but you know, she's an ocean away from where I come from...

I live in Houston now - Lincoln Avenue, usually the stalls in the market will sell all kinds of well-known fruits and vegetables...

Drunk guy coming out of a tattoo parlor and can't remember why he got it, I love Ariza...

Edgy hairstylists make everyone who walks out of the store look like cookie monsters...whether they like it or not...

On the weekends, I will finish my job with the Rockets and help my landlord run a bookstore called, 'Starry'. He can't remember why the bookstore is called this name. In short, he leaves early every weekend, and H doesn't come back until late.

He doesn't ask me how much I sold, he's just the kind of easy-going, nice-looking old man...

You know, how the Rockets started that season, it was just another hopeless Sunday, and I never thought that this day would be my memory forever..."

...

Ron opened all the curtains, and the setting sun in the afternoon illuminated the entire small bookstore in colorful colors...

He was playing with the pencil in his hand, and the blank paper had not written a single word on it...

"Carl Landry, Luis Scola..." he muttered, while drawing two little people on the paper...

This place specializes in selling travel books. According to the little old man, they are things that cannot be found on the Internet... But to be honest, he may not have paid attention to the Internet for a long time, and the sales are not good...

There were only a few cheap magazines, and they were bought away, but there were quite a few people who came to pass the time...

The door squeaked, and Ron glanced at the blond woman wearing a white sun hat, high boots and sunglasses, and continued to fall into the group of villains on the white paper whose names and prices he had marked.

To be honest, it’s always a little refreshing, and that feeling seems familiar.He glanced again, and then looked closely at the beautiful woman who was quietly standing aside reading a magazine.

"Hmm... need help?"

She stared at Ron through the sunglasses: "No, thanks, I'm just like them... just want to see..."

"Oh!" Ron hung his head.

But she suddenly looked at Ron sitting on the boss's seat with puzzled eyes, her pupils suddenly dilated...

come over…

"You..." She pointed at Ron, trying to figure it out.

"Sorry... Excuse me..." Ron glanced sharply aside, a white man who looked listless...

"Excuse me..." Ron patted his shoulder helplessly...

"What's the matter?" There was a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Bad news..." Ron pointed to his seat, "We installed a monitor in our store..."

Everyone looked around...

"so…"

There was a trace of disdain in Ron's eyes...

"Easy, when I go back to the counter, you take out the Paris guidebook in your trousers, wipe it and put it back...or buy it..."

Deliberately maintaining his temporary good manners, the girl in front of the counter still looked over. The poor white man followed his gaze and saw the girl's face...

"See you later..." Ron spread his hands helplessly at the girl in front of the counter: "Hi, may I ask... I'm sorry just now!"

"No, it's okay..." She stole, handing over an old magazine...

The time was early June, which happened to be the same day as the New York draft.

"Are you sure you want to buy this one?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Uh... I was going to steal it, but I changed my mind now..." the girl snickered...

Ron was also happy, when she raised her glasses and looked at Ron...

Ron froze for a moment...

Although he himself admits that this is the most beautiful and delicate facial features he has ever seen, that warm smile and tone of voice make her naughty and cute...

However, he suddenly wanted to escape...

The girl in front of him is none other than the one who got into his car halfway during his draft trip to Madison Square Garden in New York...

"Yo, now you're not driving a taxi in New York, but you're running a bookstore in Houston?" She smiled sweetly at Ron, who was at a loss for a moment...

I suddenly wanted to explain, but suddenly the white man came running over...

"excuse me…"

"Huh?" She turned her head to respond.

"Can...can you sign for me?"

"Of course..." She raised her eyebrows... "Uh..."

"Here," Ron handed over a pen, and stood there stupidly, blinking his eyes.

Although the last time he saw her, he felt that this woman looked very familiar. It wasn't until Ron noticed that there was a long queue of autographs behind this man, that he realized that he was really funny...

Suddenly seeing a themed bus with an advertisement for "Iron Man 2" passing by outside the window, Ron woke up suddenly...

Depend on!Scarlett Johansson! !

"what's your name?"

"Bruce!" The white man who stole the book couldn't swallow the excitement in his heart. He looked at Ron triumphantly and said secretly: "I choose to buy..."

Watching him walk away, Ron was not only curious...

"What did you write? So happy?"

"My signature, it says: 'Dear Bruce, go to jail!'" She stuck out her tongue mischievously.

"That's great! It's sure to make me famous on Facebook!" His last words floated out as he left the bookstore.

Many people were elated, but Ron just repeatedly collected money, changed money, said thank you, and saw off customers with a smile. In just a few 10 minutes, he almost sold out all the books sold in a month.

"How about it... how can you thank me..." She raised her eyebrows at Ron triumphantly... "You have to share at least 30% of my profits..."

Ron still stood in the corner as if he saw a monster, his face was flushed, and he didn't dare to move a step.

"You..." He pointed to Scarlett.

"Amateur imitation show..." Scarlett smiled: "It's just for dinner, it seems that this time the imitation is quite thorough..."

"Say it earlier!" Ron let out a long sigh of relief, rushed back to the front of the stage, and started counting the tickets happily...

This time it's Scarlett's turn to be stupid...

This idiot really believed it...

"But I have to go..." She sighed earnestly, "Pack up this book..."

"No problem, I'll give you another copy, "Super Basketball Manager", you can use it to light fire, light up, wrap fish and so on. You are not mad now, women must know how to take care of themselves..."

She stared at Ron in a daze, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of her mouth...

"thanks…"

"You're welcome, I still want to thank you!" Ron said with a smirk.

She glanced at the piece of paper on the table...

"Did you draw it? It's cute..."

She smiled and picked up her things and left...

Looking at her leaving figure, Ron let go of the whole heart that had been hanging for a long time, and a trace of the most innocent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He tiptoed slowly to the window, his eyes brightened...

...

The little old man came in and put down two cups of coffee...

"Oh, business is good!" He smiled and looked at Ron, who was still unable to extricate himself from the memory.

"I don't think you will believe it, who came just now..." Ron laughed...

"A celebrity? If any celebrity comes in...you should call and tell me to come back early..."

The sunset after dusk, with infinite beauty, Ron strolled down the street holding a cup of coffee...

Fate, wonderful...

He was full of emotions, yes, the corners of his mouth seemed to be a little happy, so that he took a big stride, until at the corner of the street, he slammed the coffee into the chest of the girl who was also remembering something...

"Oh! God! Damn, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Ron stared at the girl's coffee-stained chest.

"Stay away from me..." Both of them looked up at the same time, but they both laughed.

"...well, my home...is over there...maybe..." Ron stammered, "Oh, my God, I didn't mean that, no disrespect..."

Seeing Ron's stupid look, she had a smile on her lips.

"Okay, it's over there, which side is it? How far is it? Shouting for help, will someone hear it immediately?"

Ron looked thoughtful: "About... 18 meters, if you turn your head, it's about 20 steps away, and the window sill is facing the street..."

...

"Come in...wait...wait, I..."

While tidying up in a hurry, Scarlett was in good spirits, walking, while looking back at Ron who was in a hurry.

"It's...well, it's usually pretty neat here, because...uh..."

"Where's the toilet?" she asked with a smile.

"Upstairs..." Ron gave up on explaining, feeling lost for a while...

She looked at what she was carrying in her hand...

"Oh, let me help you..."

"It's late..." She giggled, but still handed the things to Ron.

"Turn around, keep going up..." Looking at her figure going upstairs, Ron strangled his thigh.

it hurts!

Am I dreaming?how can it hurt...

　The book is signed within 1 yuan, asking for Cui Geng, asking for a reward, and asking for a collection.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)