Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 29 The Girl Who Can Only Say No

"Damn it!" Suddenly Ron turned his head, lunch boxes and packing bags for several days were all over the floor, he turned on the mode of being a good man at home, sweeping and tidying up madly, the more he was in a hurry...

Finally, it was a bit like a normal single man's home, he looked up, and a slender blonde beauty who took off his sunglasses walked down slowly...

Some instinctively, he fell into a trance again...

The black retro short skirt, the black navel-baring outfit, the slender figure, the curves are unobstructed, it is so sexy that it makes people spurt blood...

With long golden wavy hair, under the slender eyelashes, there is a pair of captivating goose egg eyes, a delicate nose, and a nimble mouth. Even Monroe would be ashamed when she was alive...

No wonder, a serious guy like Durant would say ridiculous things about wanting to drink her bath water...

Ron even forgot the last time he was in New York, where did he get the courage to ask her for the fare...

"Uh, do you want a cup of tea before you go?" Ron didn't know what to say at all.

"Do not."

"Coffee?" His mind was almost blank.

"No." She snickered. Girls always have a quick epiphany about certain emotional elements.

"Orange...juice..." Ron was incoherent.

It seems that the oriental accent prevented her from understanding.

"Uh, let me see what's there..." When there's chaos, you'd better be busy, so you can at least feel present.

"Coke? Ice water? Disgusting sugary drinks? Or some natural fruit?" After flipping through, there was nothing. Scarlett just looked at the oriental man in a hurry and smiled slightly, "No..."

"Would you like something to eat, then? Anything?" Ron said like a robot, like a big fool.

He asked with begging eyes, which was a little cute and pitiful.

"No!"

Ron seemed to have a sudden epiphany: "No matter what, don't you say no?"

After a moment's hesitation, she said, "No!"

Then nodded, and Ron laughed.

"I have to go... There are still announcements tonight..." She smiled friendly: "Thank you for your—uh...help."

"You're welcome..." Ron almost laughed out loud himself.

"Maybe I have to say, today was great! I may only have one chance to say that!" Ron hesitated and smirked: "After you read those terrible books, you will definitely not go back to that bookstore..."

Scarlett: "Thank you!"

"You're welcome…"

Both of them seemed to be reluctant to leave, Ron opened the refrigerator, then closed it, opened it again, closed it again, back and forth several times...

In the end he sent her to the door.

"Nice to meet you...something, very realistic, but... great. Yes..." Ronzi gritted his teeth and couldn't finish it.

She didn't seem to know what to say, but the smile on the corner of her mouth never stopped.

Ron opened the door for her. The setting sun in the afternoon was facing the front of the door, illuminating the entire room in colorful colors...

At that moment, she couldn't restrain her surprise, and sighed happily...

...

"Surreal, but great? What was I thinking?" Ron leaned against the door, looking dumbfounded.

Lowering his head, he suddenly found that the shirt on his right had also turned brown...but he hadn't noticed it just now...

"Dingling..." The doorbell rang.

He opened the door and saw the face he never forgot again.

"Hi!"

"!" Such a close distance made Ron lose his ability to think.

"I forgot my bag..."

"Oh! I'll get it for you!"

She came in and closed the door gently.

"Thank you..." After taking the bag, she raised her head and looked at each other.

Seeing him staring at her in a dazed manner, with sparks of hope beating in those deep eyes, her heart suddenly creaked...

...

Time seems to go back to that night in New York...

She gently snuggled into the boy's arms...

Ron's surprised expression completely lost all functions, as if in a vegetative state, except that his pupils were dilated and his lips were tightly glued together...

There is nothing sweeter in the world than her kiss...

Ron closed his eyes. At that moment, he suddenly remembered Morey's words. He suddenly understood that he should have something besides his dream...

Just cuddling together like this, just bathing in the warm sunset light in front of the window like this...

until consciousness is regained.

"Oh! My God!" Scarlett murmured softly, suddenly feeling embarrassed...

She opened her eyes full of nostalgia, and saw Ron with a face similar to that of seeing a fairy.Instinct made her start to evade, the suspicious look in her eyes, she just seemed to be unsatisfied, coquettish like a little girl...

"Sorry what I just said... surreal, but awesome... I... might..." He scratched his head and looked blank.

"That's nothing, I don't think the refrigerator has anything at all, and it's really bad to have to entertain people all the time..." she said humorously.

Both of them were happy.

She leaned into Ron's ear very obediently: "It's best not to mention this to anyone. Otherwise, you will suddenly find yourself on TV..."

"Okay...ok...no...I mean, I'll tell myself once in a while...but don't worry..." Ron smiled to himself, "I don't believe it at all...this must be a dream, I'll be woken up by that damn alarm clock later..."

The girl bent her mouth happily, "Bye."

"Uh, um! Goodbye!" As he said this, Ron still showed extreme reluctance in his eyes...

She walked into the crowd, like a small drop of water in the river, and soon lost her trace...

"My name is Ron!" Ron shouted, waving to the crowd...

Maybe you don't even want to know my name...

...

In the prime time at midnight, the little old man was standing by the TV. He was suddenly surprised to find that the workaholic was sitting next to him for the first time.

In the camera, the hot star seems to be a little green in this TV series.

"Smile." The hero said.

"No!"

"No matter what, don't you say no?"

She hesitated for a moment: "No!"

"Okay!" The hero spread his hands. "In seven seconds, I'll propose to you...do you still have to say no?"

The acting in the camera is real, and Ron is fascinated by it outside the camera...

He watched Scarlett slowly revealing a smile... and said the Y he had always wanted, and sighed for a moment.

"Think about it," the old man said with a gratified gaze, "somewhere, a man was allowed to kiss her... What a wonderful thing that is..."

"Yes... she is indeed... unbelievable..." Ron said in a daze...

I can't forget her face...

With joy or sorrow...

I can give my all for it...

Maybe she's just a phantom...

appeared in my dream...

The smile that appeared in the dream...

The real she may not be so happy...

She may be my reason for living...

It's the reason I'm still alive...

...

In the afternoon of the next day, the bustling crowd began to appear in groups in front of the open plaza of the Toyota Center.

Beating gongs and drums, whistles, supporting players' uniforms, various decorations, graffiti, dressing up, it's so lively.

This heralds an extraordinary day. The first game of the 09-10 regular season, the Houston Rockets vs. Portland Trail Blazers game, will start in a few hours.

In front of him, Ah Ti, a wretched senior consultant for overseas player development, looks a bit like a monk who is confused. He doesn't know what happened to this angry young boy today, and he looks out of the window from time to time in a daze...

"Did you knock your brain out too much last night?" He came over nervously, and was soon stared at by Ron.

Berry was still not used to knocking on the door, so he pushed open the door and shouted, "Hey, come here, let's have a good discussion...

Explore?It's not us playing the game, so why discuss it?

"There are a total of four games today...I'm going to fly to Salt Lake City immediately, and we have a back-to-back game there tomorrow. Ah Ti, I'll leave it to you first."

"Don't worry! Boss!" The wretched old man saluted.

...

"Let's go, Mr. Ron! Take your notebook and pen, and remember your job. Those overseas players are your targets. I don't want to be scolded again. I have taken a lot of blame for you..." The wretched old man looked tireless.

"Okay! I got it!" Ron was coping while walking towards the player tunnel...

"Mr. Luo..." Security Joe quickly recognized Ron and let him in.

"Thanks, Joe!"

In the player tunnel, the loud fans outside could already be heard.

Several new players trembled from time to time, while some veteran players closed their eyes and rested in the locker room...

"Grandma, I never saw this kind of formation when I played in the NCAA finals!"

"Hey... Welcome to the NBA!" Landry laughed. Budinger, who had a slight chance to play, was covered in sweat. He tied his shoelaces over and over again for fear that it would not be tight.

"Relax, relax..." Battier cheered.

After the announcement list was ordered, Ariza was complacent, and Dayao, in a suit and leather shoes, kept encouraging the people around him.

"Come on! Think about how we abused them in the playoffs last season!" Dayao said to Brooks who was stretching his muscles.

"Today, the great Mr. Carl Landry, started his 09-10 season journey...he is going to score 30 points and 20 rebounds, and vice versa...hehe..."

"Just brag, you just..." Hayes laughed.

The Argentine drank a glass of soy milk, and his mouth was full of white liquid. He muttered to himself, speaking Spanish that no one could understand, and even the staff present were amused by him...

This was the most authentic portrayal of the scene before the scene. Ron was also very excited. He walked slowly from the player tunnel to his seat and sat down. In just a few tens of seconds, his eardrums were almost shattered.

"We-want-yao!" Then several fans ran up excitedly and shook hands with Ron.

"I understand, thank you!" Ron nodded friendly.

Is this the NBA?
Leaving aside the preseason game, Ron was touched a lot by the first immersive feeling, the deafening shouts, many lunatic fans making loud noises, and I don't know what the boos are all about.

The big screen played back and forth the scene where the Rockets with Yao Ming and Artest beat the Trail Blazers in the playoffs last season. Ron wondered if the Trail Blazers players saw this and would try their best to fight the Rockets at the beginning...

The live DJ danced back and forth, twisting desperately, the audience interacted, and the youthful and beautiful figures of the cheerleaders on the court swayed youthful sweat.

The season is about to begin!let us wait and see!

　This data is really appalling, everyone should act quickly!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)