Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 4 Momo
"Tomorrow, all candidates are requested to prepare their own summary speeches as the final evaluation of this competition. The content will probably be related to the establishment of a technical and tactical team by BJ BBMG."

When he came back, he walked back, so maybe there would be inspiration.

Suddenly, the enchanting woman who called herself Momo last night followed a fat man into Starbucks.

"Sit down." The man had a big belly and ordered 2 cups of the most expensive coffee by the way.

"I'm very direct, be straightforward, we come here, do nothing, just punch!" He took out the IPhone in his pocket, pulled off the Rolex in his hand, and took out the car key with 4 rings from his pocket, smiling broadly.

Ron couldn't see Momo's expression, and instinctively thought of a picture of her drooling tenderly.

"You win, the first one, the phone is taken away, the second one, the watch is taken away, my car is parked next to it, the third one, the car is taken away." He suddenly turned livid, as if he was irritated. "But as long as you lose one of them, you will come with me tonight..."

To Ron's surprise, she stood up suddenly.

"Thank you for thinking so highly of me... Yes, I admit, I love money too! But I don't love your money!"

"Yo~ want to leave? I've put a lot of thought into this night! Drink it up!"

On the table, the fat man with big ears took out a whole bottle of unopened Remy Martin from nowhere, and smirked at her.

"Gudong Gudong!" Everyone present was stunned, including Ron, who was standing beside him.

I didn't realize that this girl named Momo can drink so much!

She was stepping on high heels and couldn't even walk steadily. She still gave the fat man a moment of poor speech, turned around and left...

...

Ron: "You really can do it!"

Ron rubbed Momo's back...

Momo, who had vomited, turned her head and was startled: "You...why are you here?"

Ron spread out: "Who knows, maybe it's a bitch..."

...

"Thank you for taking me home." Momo just lingered, her eyes half hidden.

"Oh!" Although he still drove in the end, Ron's mind was full of that proposition at this time.

"Why don't you get out of the car?"

"You...do you still hate me?" Momo whispered softly.

"Huh? I don't know, maybe after a man vents, it's inevitable that there will be a little..." Ron didn't want to get entangled with her because of this.

"Actually...Actually, I'm really not the kind of woman you imagined..." Momo lowered her head, tears echoed.

"Oh! I believe, I saw it just now..." Ron still remembered the scene just now.

"I told you... that, because of... your eyes..." she whispered, her voice getting lower and lower.

Ron: "..."

"Actually, which one of our North Piao girls didn't come here with a dream in the first place? It's just... just, the real society is really different from the original expectation... Woohoo..."

Ron sighed, he was most afraid of girls crying in the car...

dream?my dream…

...

"...put your hands over your head and put the ball in your right palm, yes! Well done, arms up, 90 degrees to torso, good! Hold that position! Keep your knees down a little, and look at the hoop! Hey! Ron, where are you looking!"

"Hee hee, teacher, as long as I can touch the ball, I will be very happy!"

...

"Shua, Shua, Shua!" Several consecutive three-pointers entered the frame at the same time.

"My dream is to play in the NBA! What about you, Ron?"

"Me too, but..." Little Ron smiled happily, "Actually, it doesn't matter where I play, or whether I can play or not, because I really love basketball!"

...

Momo did not forget to tease Ron before leaving: "Thank you! Ron!"

Ron: "Well! Come on! For your dream!"

Momo suddenly looked a little shy: "Actually... Actually, I have a little secret to tell you..."

Momo: "My dream is about to come true! My book is about to be published! Do you know what the title is called?"

Ron: "!?"

""My Night with the Big Star", hehe..."

Momo ran away peacefully, leaving Ron with a surprised face behind...

come on.He looked at the girl's back, but said to each other.

...

East bed woke up 3 times, Ron turned on the video recorder, playing the game between BJ BBMG and Guangdong Hongyuan over and over again.

The pencils and drawings in my hands are still empty, but I have doubts in my heart.

The year before last, facing Guangzhou, the BJ team overthrew their opponents like a newborn calf, but they didn't even make the playoffs.

Last year, facing Hongyuan after losing Yi Jianlian, he was double-killed by his opponent in the regular season.

But when they faced the defending champion Guangzhou again this year, they played extremely ugly.Everyone seems to be preoccupied and fearful during the game. Although the opponent's strength is indeed there, it is not possible to fight like this...

Ron vaguely remembered the resentful expressions of many spectators when they left the field early, but the expressions of the players seemed to be taken for granted...

We didn't even make the playoffs, and the opponent is the defending champion...

Is it because the technical and tactical level has not been played?The audience restrained Zhu Fangyu and double-teamed.Except for the scoring and rebounding due to strength, he did not let the opponent open the inside.

At this moment, numbers flashed in Ron's eyes.

The whole game is like, you punch me, I kick you, it's like a running process, going through the motions...

How many are biting their cheeks and eager to win the game?Or didn't have this kind of ambition in the first place, just played to the level that it should be, hoping that the opponent's state is not good?
Win, lucky, lose, should?
The problem of the BJ BBMG team may not be technical and tactical!

Using Ron's reverse thinking, in the final analysis, it is still human nature...

Then why set up this expensive technical and tactical team?Still making such a big show?There is no need for expenses at all, wouldn't the team know about it?
After pondering over and over again, Ron suddenly became a little annoyed at this time.

Yes…

I get it... I get it...

He slumped over to the bed, dropping the pencil and the blank paper...

(End of this chapter)