i'm really an insider

Chapter 86 084: Lucky Tennis (4K for recommendation)

Wayne looked at the text messages on his phone, and to be honest, he was a little flustered.

Twist the boundaries, it's not like the college town of Stillwater, or the big country of Indianapolis.

Those two places are relatively simple, but here there are mixed fish and dragons, and there are all kinds of people.

As we all know, the Pacers and the New York Knicks are sworn enemies.

In the 90s, the two teams met several times in the playoffs, and sparks flew every time.

New Yorkers always feel that they are from a big city, and they always have a kind of honey superiority over the Pacers, and often insult Pacers players by calling them "country bumpkins".

Although the last time the two sides met in the playoffs, it was already a millennium.

However, over the past few years, the hatred between fans and teams of both sides has not been completely diluted.

Until now, Reggie Miller can also be ranked in the top five players most hated by New York fans.

Be confident, top three!

Could it be because he was selected by the Pacers, so some extreme New York fan threatened him!

But this Nima is too bold and reckless, and even let himself call?

Out of curiosity, Wayne dialed.

Is it possible that he can come along the phone line and kill me?

Then, a hoarse voice came from the phone: "Hey, Wei! Haha, you really called, do you know who I am?"

"How did you know my phone number?" Wayne didn't answer the question, but threw a question to the other party instead.

"I asked for it for Larry Bird. Isn't this a matter of minutes?"

Wayne: "???"

Can a New York fan ask Larry Bird for his phone?

Obviously it is impossible.

So, the guy on the phone, by his voice and tone

"I'm Ron, yes, I was the best defensive player last season. At the same time, I'm also your future big brother.

You're all in New York, don't you want to meet your future brother in advance? "

Sure enough, an epoch-making man, he appeared!

Speaking of it, this is Wayne's first contact with Pacers teammates.

"Uh, of course, Ron, thank you for inviting me out." Of course, the great socialite Wayne would not refuse Artest's kind invitation.

The badge is not a badge, and the bond is not the bond. The main reason is to improve the relationship between teammates.

Now that we have a better relationship with Artest, it will be easier to persuade him during the Auburn Hills incident.

Unite all the forces that can be united, and it will be easier to mix in the team.

"Well, let's watch tennis tomorrow afternoon, the US Open is about to start, the tennis court must be lively.

I said, you should know tennis, right? "

"Yes, I understand a little, I understand a little." Wayne responded awkwardly. In fact, his understanding of tennis was limited to the basic rules.

"Then, come and find me in Queensbridge tomorrow. Forget it. I'm afraid your kid will die on the street. Don't go to Queensbridge. We'll meet at Arthur Ashe Stadium."

After hanging up the phone, Wayne was still a little confused.

Artest actually likes to watch tennis?

Not like his style.

In other words, this guy is just here to join in the fun.

At this time at the end of August, the US Open is the most popular and the most people watch it.

Could it be that he can't stand the loneliness anymore and wants to go to the scene to take a few shots?

Originally, Wayne's plan was to slip away after filming the commercial, but now the plan has changed, and he has to stay in New York for an extra day.

In the evening, Wayne took a special look at the history of the US Open over the years, so as not to stare at Artest in embarrassment tomorrow and say nothing.

At noon the next day, Wayne showed up at the Arthur Ashe Stadium on time.

When Wayne checked the information yesterday, he learned that this arena was named after the famous American black tennis player Arthur Ashe.

There were a lot of people at the scene. Although Wayne was wearing a pair of sunglasses, but his height was too dazzling, he would still be recognized by fans from time to time.

After 5 photo shoots + signing an unknown number of names, Wayne finally entered the arena through the VIP channel.

Hey, this is the trouble of being the MOP of the Final Four.

When I used to watch tennis matches on TV, I always felt that the tennis court was not that big.

But in fact, Arthur Ashe Stadium has 23000 seats, which is more than the home seats of many NBA teams.

In the VIP restaurant, Wayne saw a very conspicuous strong man sitting on a bench.

He was wearing a white vest and blue jeans, and his thick arms made people feel nervous.

Why does this look a bit like the protagonist of the GTA game Wayne played in his previous life.

After confirming that it was Artest, Wayne walked up to say hello.

However, Artest did not find Wayne.

He stared at the front lazily, as if distracted.

Wayne walked to him, and he didn't respond, as if he was temporarily closed into his own world.

"Ron?"

Wayne then shouted, and Artest slowly turned his head to look at Wayne.

After staring at Wayne for about two or three seconds, Artest's eyes regained their vitality and were no longer so dull.

"Yo, what's up!" Artest's voice was very strong, and those who didn't know thought the two were causing trouble on the street.

Even saying hello is like getting into a fight.

"Hi Ron." Wayne stretched out his right hand to Artest, but Artest bumped fists with Wayne

"When did you come?"

"Eh, I've been standing next to you for a few seconds."

"Really? Fuck, the draft report says you are 2 meters, what are you kidding? You don't need to climb the stairs to cut the net." Artest stood up and found that the gap between himself and Wayne was more than 06 centimeters.

"Actually, I'm a little taller than the report says."

"How tall?"

"About five centimeters." Wayne replied truthfully.

"Haha, you've entered the industry, kid. There are lies everywhere in this league. Let's go, let's go to the stands. Front volleyball tickets, remember to smile when the camera sweeps across the stands."

After Artest finished speaking, he walked towards the stands in a good mood.

Wayne followed, scratching his head.

This guy was so sluggish one second, but he was in a good mood the next second.

The mood changes too quickly.

The emotional changes of normal people are all gradual from 1 to 100.

But Artest, he seems to be able to change directly from 1 to 100.

Yeah, this guy often loses control of his emotions on the court, isn't it also the reason?

From 1 to 100, it explodes when it is said to explode.His mood changes so quickly that people are caught off guard.

Wayne was really afraid that this guy would suddenly quarrel with the people around him after watching him.

After the two sat in the stands, Wayne realized that there were quite a lot of stars in the front row.

After all, tennis is a sport that is highly commercialized and popular all over the world.

"How do you feel? For the team you joined." Before the game started, Artest and Wayne chatted without saying a word.

"You were the first teammate I met, so I don't have much feeling for the Pacers if I insist on feeling."

"Aren't you afraid of the pressure? There are very few lottery rookies who will directly join the championship team. You know we are a championship team, right? Indianapolis is not a place to dawdle."

"Well, I should be able to adapt, after all, I was also a champion in college."

"Hahaha, just like what Bird said, you are quite confident. However, confidence is not enough in the NBA. Have you watched the Eastern Conference Finals last season? This is the real fucking battlefield."

After Artest finished speaking, two players appeared on the tennis court.

Wayne was a little dazed, he didn't expect Artest to be the first to tell him this.

At first, Wayne thought it would be Reggie Miller who would come to talk to him, maybe even O'Neal.

But the one who reminded himself to be prepared was Artest, the most unreliable of the three.

This

"The game is about to start, Wayne, I'm so excited!" Artest said, patted Wayne's back hard.

Wayne almost died instantly.

Nima, with such force, you are used to beating people!

Although Wayne was speechless, it was not easy to fight Artest for [-] rounds on the spot, so he could only turn his head and look at the court helplessly.

As a result, on the court, Wayne saw an old acquaintance, to be precise, a familiar stranger—Maria Sharapova.

It turned out that this was Sharapova's game.

Yeah, it's the US Open, no wonder she's in New York.

Artest took off his sunglasses at this time, and looked like he knew the game: "Wei, who do you think will win?"

"Sharapova, after all, she just won Wimbledon."

"Oh? Really?" Artest's reaction was flat.

Is it? You don't know. Do you really like watching tennis?

Wayne thought Artest would analyze the pros and cons of the two for him, but Artest fell silent.

How Wayne looked at it, he felt that this guy really came to join in the fun!

"Wei, do you know what is the most important thing to watch a tennis match?" After a moment of silence, Artai spoke earnestly.

"what?"

"Come on, close your eyes."

"what?"

"Listen to me, Wei, close your eyes."

"Oh." Wayne was speechless. Artest was not trying to trick the rookie in front of so many people.

At this time, the game on the tennis court had already started, and Sharapova also issued her trademark roar when hitting the tennis ball.

"How is it? Do you feel it?"

"What does it feel like?" Wayne was about to go crazy, and the Atai Zhennima of this period seemed to be insane.

"Concentrate, Wei, listen carefully. Before watching the game, let's listen to the most charming roar on this earth. Interaction is the essence of tennis!"

The people of Wayne are stupid, this shit is the essence of the tennis game Artest said?

Xiu'er, playing basketball is a waste of your talent!

It's a pity if you don't study something else with your brain.

In fact, before Artest played basketball, he really thought about doing something else.

At first he thought about being a poisonous foodie, but on the day of the first transaction, his legs were so trembling that he ran away.

Later, he wanted to be a rapper, but the "sound of nature" almost caused neighbors to smash his stereo several times.

Forced to be helpless, Artest embarked on the road of basketball.

Qu Cai, Qu Cai.

Wayne opened his eyes speechlessly, while Artest enjoyed it.

Mr. Ron's understanding of tennis is really unique.

After that, Wayne and Artest watched a tennis match like this.

The game was very tough, and Sharapova, who had just won the Wimbledon title, fell into a hard fight in the first round.

At the end of the game, Sharapova hit the ball hard and bounced to the ground and flew straight into the stands.

Wayne watched the fluorescent tennis ball hit him, and quickly reached out to grab the ball, so that he didn't get headshot by the tennis ball.

Therefore, the big screen at the scene gave Wayne and Artest beside him a close-up.

"Wei, look, we were caught by the camera, hahahaha. Did you know that this game will be broadcast live across the United States! Earn money, earn money, this trip is not in vain!" Artest said, and compared a pair of scissors to the camera.

After seeing the familiar faces on the big screen, Sharapova couldn't help looking for "old acquaintances" in the auditorium.

Wayne gave Sharapova a slight wave and dropped the tennis ball again.

After a brief episode, the game continued.

This small interruption seems to have changed Sharapova's luck, and the fight will go smoother and smoother.

In the end, Sharapova took advantage of Wimbledon's east wind to beat Laura Granville, who was fighting at home, to end this anxious game and advanced to the next round in a thrilling manner.

"Hey, it's a pity." Artest shook his head, he didn't know whether he regretted that the American player was eliminated, or he regretted that he could no longer hear the charming roar.

At the end of the game, Wayne and Artest got up and planned to leave the arena directly.

Seeing Artest's expression of "knowing the ball", Wayne was overwhelmed with admiration.

At this moment, Sharapova ran to the bottom of Wayne's stands, yelled, and threw a tennis ball on it.

"Thank you for the lucky ball."

After speaking, the sweaty tennis girl left, ready to be interviewed by reporters.

Wayne catches the tennis ball and shrugs.

Lucky tennis?

Speaking of it, it seems that the game really started to reverse when I threw the ball down

"Yo, you know that big sister?" Artest narrowed his eyes, as if he was re-examining Wayne.

"It's not considered acquaintance, it's just that we filmed an advertisement together yesterday."

"Tsk tsk, if I were you, I'd call her now and ask her out to celebrate at night. Bet $5000, she won't refuse you."

"Unfortunately, I don't have her phone number."

"Hey, you failed man. Forget it, let's go to the nightclub to have fun, and my brother will show you around New York."

"Thanks, Ron, but I have to rush back to continue training tonight. Besides, I can't drink casually now. Next time, next time."

"Training? Is it a holiday now?" Artest's tone was surprised. Are there really fools in this world who don't relax during the holidays and instead step up training?

"It's just going to take me a while to get as strong and powerful as you are."

"Hahahaha, there are not many people like you who speak nicely now. Come on, let's take a good shot at those sissies of the Pistons in the new season! Well, before the start of the new season, I will personally test your training results."

"Well, that's what I'm here for."

The two waved goodbye outside the arena. Looking at Artest's strong back, Wayne sighed.

This beast will directly determine the fate of the team next season.

If you don't practice to be stronger, you won't be able to persuade them to fight when the time comes.

Thinking of creating a safe passage between Ben and Artest, Wayne could feel the pain in his muscles.

"Ding~"

As soon as Artest left, the system notification sounded in Wayne's ear.

What's the job this time?

　Today's reward list is pushed to the afternoon

　　

　

(End of this chapter)