the rest, only noise

Chapter 1361
boston airport

A tall, burly white man wearing sunglasses walked out of the airport.

"Wow, how tall are you?"

Another one!
"six……"

"Your height is definitely over six feet eight!" The acquaintance asked again, "Do you play basketball?"

"Yes, he plays basketball."

Behind them, another person said.

"No wonder, which university is it from?"

"Haha, we're from Europe."

The entourage said to the big man, "Dejan, let's go."

America's first impression of Dejan Bodiloga was no different from his hometown.

People here are just as superficial, and they'll be attracted to his height, and then yell, and immediately guess that he plays basketball.

"I shouldn't be here on vacation!" Bodiloga complained. "It's not much better than Spain!"

The accompanying person smiled and asked, "I still want to know why you suddenly want to come to the United States for vacation."

Bodi Loga was taken aback, and said: "My idea is that vacationing somewhere is not a vacation, and there are games to watch here."

This is indeed Bodi Loga's true thoughts, the bastard who named him on the Internet and criticized him for being unmotivated... He doesn't pay attention to it at all, and he will not choose to play in the United States because of that person.

What a joke, he just signed a three-year contract with Real Madrid with an annual salary of one million dollars last year, and now he has to buy out his contract if he wants to go to the NBA. How much will it cost?
What's more, the team that holds the right to sign him is a team called the Kings. The most powerful thing about this team is this name, and the rest are not worth mentioning.

Only bad teams that aren't kings are named after kings.

No matter how you look at it, logging into the NBA is not a reasonable option.

"When did you care so much about the NBA?" the classmate asked playfully.

Bodi Loga said calmly: "The finals are still different."

"Well, I thought you really didn't take the NBA seriously."

In the impression of his companions, Bodi Loga is a person with his eyes above the top. He thinks he is the best player in the world, even if he does not play in the NBA.

But Bodi Loga said: "The Lakers' Benjamin Wilson game is worth watching."

"You still know Benj?"

"I played against each other at the Olympics last year."

"what's the result?"

Bodi Loga was silent.

"How about it?"

The companion smirked and said, "If you don't talk about it, I will think about it instead."

"Good! Good! Good!" Bodi Loga said helplessly, "I was not in good shape that night, so I couldn't restrain Benjamin, so naturally I couldn't beat the US team."

The companions only felt that Bodi Loga was too rampant, because the gap between Yugoslavia and the US team could no longer be made up by restricting Benj.

"Okay, let's find a place to eat."

Bodiloga and his companions found a fast-food restaurant suspected to be McDonald's.

The waiters are friendly and have accents similar to theirs.

"From your accent, are you also a foreigner?"

The waiter replied, "Hi sir, I'm a Serbian from Maryland."

Bodi Loga's companion smiled wryly. Fortunately, Bodi Loga couldn't understand what he said, otherwise he would have to correct him. Americans are Americans, don't talk about people from anywhere.

This seems to be the habit of Americans. As we all know, they are a country of immigrants, and their citizens come from all corners of the country. Except for some banana people, these people are basically quite confident in their own culture, so they will not emphasize that they are Americans when introducing them to the outside world.

This sounds absurd to a person like Bodi Loga who is full of national pride. What he hates most is that these Americans who claim to be who they are are actually unable to find their ancestral home on the map.

It was the restaurant right now, and there were many guests in the restaurant, almost all of them were talking about last night's game. For a while, the atmosphere of the restaurant felt like they were at the scene of a football game.

One of the tables began to mutter: "Obviously we were able to fight against the Lakers in the regular season, but we were beaten helplessly in the finals. What are the coaching staff doing?!"

"It's not because Karl Malone is too weak! He has no dominance in front of Kevin Garnett!"

"No, the problem is with Grant Hill, he is a piece of trash!"

Fans, you say something, I say something, and start sharing the pot.

Bodi Loga frowned: "What are they talking about?"

"Let's discuss last night's game." The companion said with a smile.

Bodi Loga asked unexpectedly: "Last night's game?"

"It's a pity that you still said that you want to watch the finals. Didn't you even watch last night's game? The Lakers beat the Celtics in Boston and are now leading 3-0. If we are lucky, we might be able to see the Lakers break the curse in the away game."

Bodi Loga thinks the Celtics can win at least one game.

Now it seems that the bastard is right, this year's Lakers are very strong.

After a while, the waiter brought up what they ordered.

Then two things happened that Bodiloga couldn't accept.

Obviously they ordered ordinary pizza and drinks, but what the waiter brought up was super-large pizza and two large bottles of Coke that seemed to be enough to fill both of them with water.

Bodi Loga glared at his companion: "Lorenzo, is this the normal lunch you ordered? How the hell are you here? The Americans are like a different person, so wasteful?"

His companion yelled wrongly: "I swear, I ordered a normal lunch!"

In order to prove his innocence, he also called the waiter and asked him to testify for himself.

Bodiloga had to accept the fact that the two large pizzas and two large bottles of drinks in front of them were normal portions by American standards.

People left the restaurant one after another. Without exception, there were leftovers on the tables. Of course, there were also some people who packed leftovers. But in Bodiloga’s hometown, this behavior was embarrassing.

He didn't want to waste it, and he didn't want to lose face, so he bit the bullet and ate up his share.

On the other hand, his companion only ate less than half of the food, so he raised his exemption card.

The total cost of the meal for the two of them was less than $15.

When Bodiloga's companion was about to generously tip the waiter an extra $5, Bodiloga stopped him.

"Dejan, this is their rule!" said the companion.

Bodi Luojialeng said: "What kind of pig shit rule! I have never heard of the rule of giving 30% more money as a tip for each consumption. Even if there is such a rule, it is enough for you to leave so much leftovers. Let these leftovers be used as tips!"

At this moment, the companion really realized that Bodi Loga might not be ready to come to the United States.

Otherwise, he would at least know that in the United States, for a promising sports star like him, tips start from a few hundred dollars outside.

Of course, he definitely disagrees, but this is one of the rules of American society. If you don't follow the rules, you will inevitably be despised and ridiculed.

Afterwards, Bodi Loga and his companions found a hotel closer to the Fleet Center to check in, but found an embarrassing thing. The tickets for Game 4 had been sold out, and the tickets for the outermost hilltop were fired to five times the original price.

Originally, Bodi Loga was planning to stay in the hotel and watch the live broadcast on TV, but his companion felt that if you came to the United States to watch the finals, but chose to watch the TV broadcast in the hotel because the tickets were too expensive, then, is it a waste of time to come to the United States?Can't you watch it at home?

Bodi Loga said that he was right, but he would rather die than pay five times the price for a ticket to the summit.

Seeing that Dejan Bodiloga was about to become the Grandet of the professional basketball world, the American friend who smeared him for nothing on the Internet contacted him and gave him two near-field tickets.

When Bodiloga was going to pay back the price of the mountain top ticket to his friend who had sprayed him on the Internet for several months, the other party refused.

Bodi Loga looked at the two valuable tickets and fell into deep thought.

Who the hell is that person?
Why is he so generous?
Is this what Americans are?
Hmph, even if he is so generous, it cannot be exchanged for his forgiveness, it is at best a cheap reputation loss fee.

That night, Bodi Loga ordered a Fried Chicken Coke and watched the recording of Game 3 of the finals with his companions.

The first quarter and a half of the game did not really attract Bodi Loga. He admitted that there is no team in Europe that can match Hu Kai, but that is the gap between the teams, not the individual.

Then, when the Lakers set up a lineup of Kobe, Liu Yuqing, Wilson, Tragedy, and Garnett, their game changed drastically.

If people's movement is art, then the transfer of the ball is amazing. The tragedian used his golf quotient to show the upper limit of "beautiful basketball" at this stage.

"This Lakers team would be horrible if 'Claw' (tragician) was a few years younger."

Bodi Loga's companion said after reading it.

Bodi Loga's heartbeat was beating fast. He was like an old bookworm at the starting point who accidentally saw the best cool article in his life, imagining himself as the protagonist, and thinking that he could do better.

Then, reality quickly hit him hard.

Want to go to the Lakers to replace the tragic division?Dream it!Not to mention that buying out the current contract will cost millions of dollars, and his NBA signing rights are still in the hands of the Kings, the Lakers?Don't even think about it!

At this point, Bodi Loga turned off the recording angrily like a discouraged ball.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just don't want to watch it, the NBA is nothing more than that!" Bodi Loga's anger was beyond words.

The companion was secretly speechless, thinking, what kind of stimulation is this?
He didn't think much of it.

Because Bodi Loga is such a person, a little willful, a little bad-tempered, and a little stubborn.

(End of this chapter)