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Chapter 261 Is This The Source Of Your Happiness?

22nd night.

Utah Jazz VS New York Knicks, in view of the wonderful performance of Li Shengli in the previous game, the attention of this game is amazing. After all, the Knicks are also a strong inside team, and the collision with the new King Jazz will be more important than other times. Much more exciting.

But New York is not Salt Lake City.

Sitting in the league's first-tier super market, the Knicks don't need to worry about home attendance at all. The enthusiasm of the fans is high, booing the new king, but there are even many stars watching the game, and the most eye-catching It was Angelina Jolie sitting in the first row behind the Jazz bench.

Since the embarrassment of the last championship parade, the news of Li Shengli and this rumored girlfriend has been silent for a while, but at this time today, the seat is behind the Jazz, which really aroused the raging flames of gossip in the hearts of reporters.

……

"Oh, Li, I really envy you. There are actually women who post back. Seriously...you can think about it. It's all for fun anyway, and we men don't suffer!" The focus of the shooting is Julie, who looks like a scumbag when she smiles.

"Fuck off, what kind of woman do you want, I just want a ball!" Li Shengli was so depressed, he thought this matter would end here, but he didn't expect to meet him when he came to New York.

"A ball is enough?" Stockton was startled.

"My God, what did you do to the ball last night?" Malone opened his mouth into an O shape, "Seriously, I can't imagine... How can a ball satisfy you? Let's see, Hmm... there's a blowhole here, maybe that's the source of your happiness?"

"Shit, I can't believe Li is so young!"

"Come on, John, although I can't believe it, but Li has already admitted... He likes this blowhole more than he likes women!"

This little air hole?

Still stepping on the source of happiness?

Li Shengli almost went crazy. He wished he could knock Ma Long into the air with an old punch, and knock down the sluggish Stockton as well.

"Slander? No, no, no, you said it yourself."

"That's right, unless you can prove it!" Ma Long was amused, and said slyly: "New York is a good place, here... tsk, don't you like football, I will take you to watch the game that night, guarantee It's bigger than what you have in your hand, and it's too easy to get fifty blocks in one night."

Li Shengli and Stockton looked at the ball in their hands and fell into deep thought. No one knew what Malone had gone through to find...a ball bigger than a basketball?Are you still trying to block the cap?What a society!

"Okay, let's talk about it after the game!" Stockton scratched his head, interrupting Malone's thoughts of going to the nightclub to collect block data, "Oakley, you know that Mourning and O'Neal are in his hands After suffering a loss, pay more attention later and support Li, after all, these two boys can be regarded as...our people."

"Of course, remember to feed the ball to me and Li later. No matter who it is, Li and I have won the inside line of the league. It's useless for anyone!" Ma Long returned to his seriousness and gave Li Shengli a high-five.

"It's better to be careful, at least don't get hurt!" Li Shengli reminded.

"Injured? Sorry, I won't be injured, and I won't miss any games, of course... except for diarrhea!" Malone waved his arms.

Thinking about it carefully, what Malone said is really the same thing, because since he joined the NBA, he has rarely had any news of injuries.

Although his style of play is tough and wild, he is basically full attendance, and his playing time is amazing, but what is enviable is... major injuries will never harass this postman.

On the one hand, it is true that the body is strong enough, and on the other hand, it is also because the old hooligan has added intelligence points and knows how to avoid it, but the last sentence made Li Shengli dumbfounded.

The postman does not miss the game, but if he misses the game, he has diarrhea?This is a good reason!

……

The game hasn't started yet.

Here in Greenville, Thompson has returned to the base camp, and the hometown players who play in the autumn wind come here occasionally to have fun, and the NBA's number one bad guy Baylor a few days ago...

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar really didn't want to keep him, because this big brother is simply a voice-activated bomb, the kind that explodes when he opens his mouth, but Lord Baylor doesn't think so. In order to prove himself, he also made Kareem Abdul-Jabbar change his opinion of himself, and planned to stay for a while. And today is the game between the Jazz and the Knicks. Naturally, the three old uncles will not miss it and sit side by side to watch the live broadcast.

"Baylor, I have to remind you first that you are responsible for what you say, and you must not mention Li, otherwise..." Kareem said with a cold face, really wanting to find a medicine that can make people lose their voice temporarily. Lord Belle spoke.

"Dude, you are too much!" Thompson smiled sarcastically. Although Kareem Abdul-Jabbar recounted the previous supernatural events to him, Thompson still didn't believe it, and said to Baylor: "The world is full of all kinds of coincidences. , we can only say that it is an accident, not because of a certain person or a certain sentence that affects the outcome of the matter, are you right? Baylor."

"Of course, Thompson, you're a good man!"

Baylor was a little moved, Thompson responded with a smile, and Jabbar frowned, cursing in his heart... Thompson, Thompson, if I hadn't saved you, you would have been told to die by Baylor, do you believe it or not?

Don't cry when you don't see the coffin?

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar decided to open Thompson's eyes and not let you see it. You will never believe it... There is such a depraved god as unreasonable as Lord Baylor in this world.

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"It's hard to say the outcome of this game." Thompson pondered.

"That's right, on the Knicks' side, Ewing is definitely an offensive point that cannot be ignored. Last season, this kid seemed to have a stat of 24+12, plus Charles Oakley. After a few games this season, his The performance was very good, and Riley also gave him enough time." Lord Baylor said slowly: "But for the Jazz, Lee and Malone, these two guys form an inside line that is much better than the Knicks, and the inside line is the Jazz. The biggest scoring position, so think about it... Pat Riley will definitely pull Oakley out, even if the offense is weakened, he must guard against Lee and Malone."

Speaking of which, several of them are retired celebrities, and their vision must be better than most people, even better than some head coaches who go back and forth to get out of class, and what Baylor said can be said or not, it is more like a prophecy, In order to prove that he is not a crow's mouth.

"Knicks guard John Starks has played well recently. If he plays steadily in this game, the Knicks' outside line will be better than the Jazz. In addition, they are playing at home, and the Knicks will have a slightly better chance of winning!"

"If nothing else happens, the Knicks' defense focuses on the inside. If the situation is tense and the confrontation intensifies, there may be conflicts between the two sides. Of course...these boys are very smart, no one should be injured!"

Lord Baylor's prophecy began, and Kareem poked Thompson and whispered: "Man, make a bet, this time the Jazz wins, and someone will be injured!"

Thompson glanced at Lord Baylor, "Are you so amazing? I don't believe it, and... you are not afraid that the injured will be Jazz's side or Li?"

"Don't be afraid!" Kareem Abdul-Jabbar said firmly: "We just need to force him to say...someone on the Jazz side is injured, and the result will be someone on the Knicks! Remember, what he said is the opposite."

"I don't believe it, it's impossible!"

"No no no, man, Baylor has a great supernatural power! Remember he played in the finals eight times? He said every time he could win the championship, retired and said he was a cursed man, but the fact The thing is... he cursed himself."

Curse yourself?

Is this horse eating too much salt? How free is it!

Thompson didn't believe it, while Abdul-Jabbar and Baylor were waiting for proof.

(End of this chapter)