NBA: Art is trash talk

Chapter 205 Meeting Kobe on the court, competing for the little turtle

On April 4th, there will be no games in the NBA, because this day is the final day of the NCAA.

The NCAA is of course not as exciting as the NBA, but for the old Americans, watching the NCAA is a kind of feeling.

Therefore, the popularity of the NCAA finals is no less than that of NBA games.

The contenders for this year's NCAA championship are the Florida Alligators and the California UCLA Bruins. The venue of the match is Los Angeles, so He Xinghui also went to join in the fun.

Kaman and Kassel went with him.

Entering the venue, the three of them even met Kobe and Odom.

Don't look at them as life and death enemies on the court, but when they met in private, everyone was quite harmonious and even entered the court together.

"Kobe, if you don't go to extra practice, aren't you afraid you won't be able to make the playoffs?"

He Xinghui asked.

"Help me hold him down, I'm going to beat him up."

Kobe squeezed his fist.

It's fine to talk trash on the court, but is it necessary off the court?

Entering the arena, the five of them are like big light bulbs of three colors, shining brightly and attracting countless eyes.

A large number of students came over and wanted their autographs.

Among them, a man with a particularly short neck and a very strong body squeezed all the way from 50 meters away.

This is the power of idols.

Westbrook saw his idol Kobe and squeezed over desperately.

However, what greeted him was a mistake.

Kobe had already signed a dozen people, and then turned down the rest, including Westbrook, who arrived later.

"Kobe, Kobe, I'm your fan."

Westbrook screamed, but it was useless, and the others shouted no louder than him.

"Come here, I'll sign one for you."

After recognizing the turtle, He Xinghui naturally wanted to tease him.

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Westbrook actually doesn't like He Xinghui very much. After all, He Xinghui and Kobe are sworn enemies. The enemy of idols is his own enemy.

However, he couldn't resist the superstar halo on He Xinghui's body.

A superstar offered to sign himself, and Westbrook, who was still unknown, couldn't resist this temptation.

No matter how bad it is, you can use this signature to exchange for a certain actress fan for one night.

Westbrook came to He Xinghui and straightened his clothes.

"You're a basketball player too."

After signing, He Xinghui asked the question knowingly.

"Yes, my name is Russell Westbrook, and I am a third-year student of Lu Jingge's high school. I have already confirmed that I will go to the UCLA Bruins in the second half of the year. Today I came here to support my future parent team. Kobe, you are my idol. Of course, He, you too."

At this time, Westbrook may not know that he will be able to make a name for himself in the future, and he is very humble in front of NBA superstars.

I deliberately revealed my identity, probably because I was afraid that the two people in front of me would not take him seriously.

Kobe didn't react when he heard the words. There were too many people who wanted to approach him, and Westbrook was just one of them.

If He Xinghui didn't know that this guy is not simple, he wouldn't be so enthusiastic about him.

"Not bad, if you want, you can sit next to me and watch the game."

He Xinghui said.

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Westbrook was very sad. The idol he liked ignored him, but the person he hated before was kind and amiable.

Within 3 minutes of meeting, his favorability for idols has dropped by 10%, and his favorability for He Xinghui has increased by 50%.

"Thank you, you are better than the media reports."

Westbrook said.

The group bid farewell to the fans asking for autographs and walked to their seats.

Kobe couldn't help asking He Xinghui: "Why are you interested in this little guy?"

"Because he is your fan, so I want to take it. Kobe, don't forget, there can only be one king in Los Angeles."

He Xinghui said.

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Kobe was shocked by this nonsensical reason.

Just a fan, for him who has tens of millions of fans, it is dispensable.

However, for some reason, Kobe felt a little uncomfortable at the thought of being robbed of one of his fans by He Xinghui.

However, since I had already expressed my disdain just now, it would be a bit of a loss if I tried to grab it at this time.

Fortunately, the game was about to start, and Kobe didn't bother with such small things.

"The Bruins must win."

Westbrook is full of enthusiasm.

"Russell, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. The Gators will win this game."

He Xinghui said.

He remembered this game mainly because the Gators had Joakim Noah and Al Horford, two fierce men, who helped the Gators, which had never won an NCAA championship, defeat the mighty UCLA. And achieved two consecutive championships.

"No, I believe in the Bruins."

Westbrook will not be easily influenced by others, unless it is the idol Kobe.

"You have to trust a professional eye."

He Xinghui said.

"Boxue, Russell, ignore him. From my experience, the Bruins can win."

In the end, Kobe couldn't hold back, and interjected, contradicting He Xinghui.

What he said made Westbrook very excited, after all, he agreed with his idol.

This is called, the tacit understanding.

"Pull you down, the only thing that resembles Jordan is your vision."

He Xinghui complained.

"Do you dare to bet?"

Bryant said.

Odom on the side wanted to persuade him that he was afraid that Kobe would lose.

Anyway, he is quite afraid of He Xinghui now. He Xinghui has an invincible aura that he can't see or touch, but it really exists.

"It's no fun betting with you, anyway, if you lose, you'll play tricks."

He Xinghui's mouth is so poisonous, which pot does not open and which pot is lifted.

Seeing this, Russell was terrified, for fear that He Xinghui and Kobe would fight on the spot.

"Let me declare again, that's not called cheating. If you don't continue to gamble, it's not a complete gamble. At the very least, you have to win two out of three games."

Kobe quibbled.

"Then if I promise you this time, will I continue to gamble, and you will definitely admit it."

He Xinghui asked.

"Of course, but I only bet on money, not on those weird bets. I don't have your special hobbies."

Although Kobe was very confident, he still limited the bet just in case.

He was afraid that He Xinghui would propose strange bets such as running naked, dressing up as women, and stripping.

"Hahaha, Kobe, you have lost your self-confidence. You are bound to lose. Just gamble for money, and don't gamble too much. I'm afraid that you will feel bad if you lose."

"Just bet 100 million."

He Xinghui had said a moment ago not to bet too much, but the amount he took made everyone terrified.

A million dollars, Russell didn't even know how much a million dollars was, and how long it would take to spend it. After all, his monthly pocket money was only a little over a thousand dollars.

"OK, I will use your 100 million to cover the walls of my villa, and enjoy the joy of winning you all the time."

Kobe said.

"Tsk tsk tsk, only people who have never won do this. People like me who are used to winning will only take this 100 million and take everyone to find women for a night."

He Xinghui said.

With his choice, Kobe was once again compared.

Even Westbrook was shaken a bit, hoping that He Xinghui would win.

In this way, he can follow along for a while.

As for Kaman Cassel and the others, they were already laughing and supporting He Xinghui.

Odom didn't say anything, but he was also looking forward to He Xinghui winning in his heart.

One million dollars, God knows how many you can find.

　"Big Beginning of Sadness"

　　Is prostitution really cruel?
　　Or it would be shameful to procrastinate.

　　Or it doesn't matter to those who rush to the street.

　　No tickets, no rewards, no comments.

　　One step forward is fine.

　　The next step is the eunuch.

　　Tickets are rarely booked.

　　My heart is still not stable.

　　A book locks up a person.

　　The ticket I'm waiting for hasn't come yet.

　　My readers don't understand yet.

　　Lost and cut the book.

　　Looking back, I am no longer.

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)