Basketball: Versatile shooting guard

Lan Mo went back to the locker room to take a shower with his teammates, and then went to the reporter to interview.

He came to the front of the stage slowly, then sat down, picked up the microphone and began to answer questions from the reporters.

"Mr. Lan, I heard that your ankle was injured and you may be reimbursed for the season, but you played again today. Is this news false?"

Lan Mo shrugged his shoulders, and then answered the reporter: "I did suffer some injuries. After all, the NBA is a high-intensity arena. It's all fine."

A male reporter grabbed the conversation and asked if Lan Mo would play in the last game of the regular season.

"Well, it's natural. After all, I'm a part of the team. How could I be missing in the final match?"

"So do you think you can lead the team to a good result in the playoffs?"

"Good grades? How good grades?"

Lan Mo asked him back with a smile, and then the reporter thought about it and combined the current strength of the Nets.

"Into the second round?"

"Haha, let me tell everyone that we will not only enter the second round, but also join the finals!"

Lan Mo's rhetoric has already been released. If he fails to do so, he will definitely be ridiculed by the media to earn traffic.

But Lan Mo is not afraid, he has the confidence, and now that the team has been run-in, Lan Mo can inspire a good chemical reaction with anyone.

Then the reporters also asked about today's magical pass, isn't he afraid of making mistakes?

"Compared to thinking about whether I will make a mistake, it is better to do it bravely. Even if I make a mistake, I will do my best to recover from this mistake."

After finishing the reporter's interview, Lan Mo took his own things and left the Barclays Center Arena.

The noon sun felt warm on his body, not very hot, Lan Mo rode his motorcycle back home.

"Grandpa, your grandson is calling!"

"Wenzi, uh huh huh!"

Rowan's plane is almost arriving at New York Airport, and it is estimated that there is still half an hour left.

At this time, Lan Mo saw Simmons coming out of the arena, and he ran quickly.

"Hey!"

Simmons was startled, turned his head and found that it was Lan Mo.

"Brother, you want to scare me to death!"

He patted his chest, Lan Mo smiled embarrassedly, and then wanted to borrow his car to pick up a friend.

After learning about this, Simmons also generously lent his car to Lan Mo.

Lan Mo drives one of Simmons's many sports cars, it seems to be called Aston Martin, Lan Mo can't remember.

He drove to the airport, waited at the gate for a few minutes, and finally saw a white man dressed in black, followed by a denim jacket and black pants.

Lan Mo leaned against the car door, perhaps because the car was too gorgeous, many passers-by came to ask if they could take a photo together during the waiting period.

Lan Mo kindly agreed, but warned them not to touch the car body, after all, it was not his own.

"goodbye!"

Lan Mo waved goodbye to several beauties, and then looked at Luo Wen who was coming.

Wenzi took off his sunglasses and looked at the Aston Martin suspiciously.

"Don't you only have one locomotive? How do you have the money to buy such a luxury car?"

This is at least the top of Lan Mo's current salary for a season.

"My teammate's, haven't eaten yet, let's go eat first."

Then Lan Mo drove to a Chinese restaurant and ordered a few signature dishes.

"By the way, you said that this person has something to say to me?"

"Well, I asked many questions, but he refused to tell me that he must see you."

Lan Mo and Luo Wen nodded to each other, and Lan Mo led the white man out to the back of the restaurant.

Lan Mo was slightly wary, and then spoke first.

"You are looking for me? But tell me your name first, and what is your occupation?"

The white man's eyes kept looking at Lan Mo's body, and he was relieved after confirming that he was right. The trembling along the way made him exhausted.

"I, my name is Nou, Nou Chelis, I am a basketball player like you, and I also play in the NBA."

"Oh? Which team do you belong to?"

"Wizards, I'm from the Washington Wizards!"

Lan Mo nodded, but still kept a distance from him very carefully.

"Now is the end of the regular season. If you don't play well, why are you looking for me all of a sudden? What exactly do you want?"

Nou Qielis suddenly became agitated, and rushed towards Lan Mo, who quickly dodged and then pushed him away.

"Just talk, don't come near me!"

Lan Mo's eyes were fierce, and he would not give him a chance to get close to him until he was sure whether he was in danger.

"Yes, it's the system. I got rid of the system, but it's chasing me! I know you're also a partner, please save me!"

"Be quiet!"

Lan Mo put his index finger in front of his mouth to silence him. Can this kind of topic be spoken so loudly?

He looked left and right, but fortunately there was no one around, and everyone was eating at lunch time.

"What's the name of your system?"

Nou Qielis held his head, recalling the name of the system, as if a demon was laughing evilly in his mind.

"I, I don't know! It hurts!"

Nou Chelis fell to the ground and kept rolling, trying to relieve the pain.

"Tiannao, what's going on?"

[After the contract is terminated, the system's name will naturally be regarded as a taboo subconsciously. It's normal for him to behave like this. Let's knock him out and make a noise to death. 】

Listening to his wailing, Tiannao felt very noisy.

"Oh."

Lan Mo kicked the two-meter tall man unconscious.

Then he carried him back to the dining room. At this moment, Luo Wen already had a bowl of rice in his hand, and he couldn't wait to eat it.

"Back, back."

"Hey! Why didn't you wait for me to eat!"

"Wait for you, wait until your food is cold!"

"Well, did you ask something?"

"This person is not emotionally and mentally stable. I will take him for treatment later."

Lan Mo told Luo Wen that he didn't need to continue doing it, so he should go back and have a good rest.

After all, it was no longer something he could help with.

Luo Wen didn't bother to ask too much, and readily agreed, but reminded Lan Mo that he couldn't lose any of the skins he had agreed.

"Really, you dead otaku!"

Rowan left alone in a taxi, while Lan Mo took Nou Qielis back to his home.

Then he went to change the car to Simmons, and drove back the locomotive he had left in the arena.

When he got home, Nou Qielis had woken up, and he rubbed his sore face.

"Why does my face hurt so much?"

"Yo, wake up, I packed a Kenkiki for you in case you are hungry."

Nou Chelis nodded gratefully, picked up a hamburger and stuffed it into his mouth.

I took a nap just now, and my mental state has improved a lot. It seems that I have been mentally tense these days due to the pressure from the system.

[Author's digression]: Chapter 100 will be updated later!I hope everyone will cast more silver votes to support and encourage me, the white god of death! ! !