NBA Legends Manager

Chapter 153 Participate in the All-Star Celebrity Tournament!

After reading the email, Presti sent a group message "Email received" to all the managers and turned off the computer.

Today, Anjali is coming over, she can't be late to pick up the plane!
Half an hour later, Presti arrived at the airport, and not long after, he saw Anjali walking out!
As soon as he saw Presti, he immediately jumped up!

She stuck her head in Presti's arms, wrapped her arms around Presti's neck, and said coquettishly, "Long time no see, do you miss me?"

Presti pinched Anjali's flabbergasted face affectionately, and said dotingly, "I miss me so much, let's go home first."

Anjali nodded, let go of Presti, then pushed the suitcase next to her, and said with a smile, "You take it for me."

Presti smiled, took the suitcase, then stretched out his left hand, and said, "Holding."

Anjali immediately stretched out her hand, and Presti took Anjali's weak and boneless little hand and left the airport.

In the evening, Presti cooks himself and cooks a table of Chinese dishes,

When Anjali saw it, she was so surprised that she couldn't speak, and she said after a while: "You can cook, and it's such a complicated Chinese dish, my god, I'm not dreaming."

"Haha, I know more, try it quickly." Presti handed the chopsticks to Anjali and smiled.

Anjali picked up the chopsticks, tasted a famous traditional Chinese dish - hot and sour potato shreds, and said excitedly: "It's delicious."

"Haha, of course, try them all, I'm good at it," Presti said, pointing to other dishes.

"Why do you know how to cook Chinese food?" Anjali asked while eating.

"Because it's delicious," Presti replied with a smile.

"I also think it's delicious, then you have to make it for me every day from now on." Anjali looked at Presti, her mouth was still bulging, and said coquettishly.

"Haha, that depends on your performance," Presti looked at Anjali jokingly.

"Hmph, can't you do it..." Before Anjali could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a ringing bell.

"Who is calling at this time," Presti said speechlessly, then picked up the mobile phone next to him,
Open it up, and it's actually Big Westen!

Press the answer button, and don't hear Big Westen's accusatory tone: "Presti, you are too rude, why didn't you reply to the email I sent you?"

"Huh? When did you email me?" Presti asked, but he only dealt with the email in the morning.

"An hour ago," Big Westen said as it should.

"Please, you are on vacation, who will read the email, BOSS?" Presti was very helpless, what on earth was this old man going to do.

"You are not professional, I know..." Big Westen began to chatter.

At this time, Anjali put down the chopsticks in her hand, clenched her fist, and waved it in front of Presti, with a threatening manner and muttering in her mouth.

Even if Anjali didn't speak, Presti knew what Anjali said, "It's nothing more than two people's time, hurry up and hang up the phone."

Seeing this, Presti immediately shouted: "Stop, boss, just tell me if there is anything you need me to do."

"You're going to participate in the All-Star Celebrity Game this week. Zach Levi and Jason Alexander can't play because of something." Big Westen heard Presti's helplessness and immediately made a request.

"What? I just joined the Masters?" Presti asked in surprise when he heard that he was being asked to participate in the All-Star Game.

"Yes, you can participate, you can't refuse," Big Westen said.

"Why should I say no, I really want to go," Presti said excitedly.

"...Tell me earlier, I'm wasting my words, hang up" Big Westen finished speaking, and hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Presti immediately walked up to Anjali, held his face in his arms and kissed him fiercely, and said excitedly, "I'm going to play in the NBA stadium!"

"It's just the Masters, what are you excited about?" Anjali looked at Presti like an idiot.

"I'm excited to be back on the court, of course," Presti said.

"Have you ever played ball?" Anjali was very puzzled. He wondered if Presti watched players play every day and thought he could play.

"Of course, I played in the NCAA back then, okay, so you don't know me?" Presti pretended to be disgusted.

Anjali immediately got up, stretched out her hand and pinched Presti's ear, and said, "Why didn't I know that you played in the NCAA, just because I knew, that's why I asked you if you can play. A person who is in the NCAA and has not played a few games, is he able to play?".

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts," Presti begged, grabbing Anjali's hand.

Seeing Presti's appearance, Anjali didn't look like she was pretending. She immediately changed from pinching to caressing. She rolled her eyes at Presti, leaned closer, and said softly, "Does it still hurt?"

Seeing this, Presti immediately hugged Anjali and sat on the sofa next to her, while Anjali sat on Presti's lap.

Anjali wrapped her arms around Presti's neck and said, "So shall we go to LA tomorrow"?
"Haha, the day after tomorrow, I'll go to the arena to practice tomorrow and watch me blow them up in the game!" Presti said excitedly.

"Since you were notified to participate in the All-Star Celebrity Game just now, you are surprisingly excited and happy, why? I remember that you were not so happy when you won the Lakers in tiebreaker last year." Anjali was puzzled, and Presti was really not normal.

Presti turned Anjali over and said very seriously: "Anjali, I have always had a dream, I hope you will support me"

"What dream? I definitely support your dream." Anjali's eyes were filled with affirmation for a moment.

"The dream is to be able to play in the NBA in the next few years," Presti said of his dream.

After Anjali heard Presti finished speaking, she didn't respond for a while.

"Speak up!" Presti kicked Anjali a few times with his right leg.

"Ah, okay, I support." After finishing speaking, he immediately got off Presti's lap, then sat beside Presti, and looked at Presti.

Presti was a little terrified by her look, Anjali stretched out her hand to pinch Presti's face, and pulled it hard.

"Ah! It hurts like hell." Presti said, slapping Anjali's hand off with a slap.

"You were in pain just now, and it hurt when I hit me with my hand. That was not a dream," Anjali was even more puzzled.

Presti was annoyed and amused, and said, "What kind of dream are you in broad daylight?"

"You said that your dream is to play in the NBA, isn't that a dream?" Anjali looked at Presti like an idiot.

Presti didn't know what to say for a while. I can't say that I have a system. I'm going to play in the NBA.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Isn't that my dream? Isn't the dream impossible to realize?"

"Yes, I forgot, haha" Anjali immediately sat back after confirming that Presti was fine.

　It will be more and more exciting in the future

　　PS: This is chapter 1, [-], [-] and another typo
　　
　
(End of this chapter)