nba championship predators

Chapter 23 You deserve to be single

Ten minutes later, Zhao Ke, who was running all the way, stood panting at the door of Qiao Rannuo's room.

Is it a bit rash to go in like this?
Zhao Ke touched the sweat on his forehead and took another deep breath.

He took a step forward and stopped again.

Or wait for the breath to calm down?
Rubbed his face, touched his collar, tugged at his clothes, and stomped his feet.

Zhao Ke started to circle around the door of Qiao Rannuo's room.

After another 10 minutes, Zhao Ke finally felt that he was breathing normally, walked forward slowly, reached out and knocked on the door lightly.

There is no sound in the room...

Knock on the door again, still no sound.

Zhao Ke put his ears on the door, closed his eyes and listened for a while, but there still seemed to be no sound.

Zhao Ke panicked immediately!
Did this happen by accident?

Or are those pests coming again?
Zhao Ke took two steps back, ready to kick open the wooden door that seemed to hide a huge danger.

Fortunately, the black waitress who arrived in time stopped the reckless Zhao guest.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?"

"If you don't stop, I'm going to call the police!"

Zhao Ke held his legs, tilted his neck and roared: "My friend lives in this room, but I just knocked on the door, and there was no sound from inside. I suspect it's dangerous!"

"It's dangerous, bastard! This is the Hilton Hotel, not a motel!" The fat black aunt said with a look of disgust.

"And the girl living in this room has left, she is safe and has not been coerced!"

Zhao Ke's expression quickly changed from anxious to disappointed.

I was stunned for a while, licked my lips, and asked the black aunt with some embarrassment: "When she left, did you have anything to say to you?"

The black aunt showed a mysterious smile, with an expression of knowing everything but not being able to say anything.

"He said that a big Asian man named Zhao Ke might come to him and asked me not to clean the room first."

Helped Zhao Ke to open the door, patted Zhao Ke's arm sympathetically, then turned around professionally and left.

Zhao Ke stood still at the door of the room, looking into Ai Ai Qiqi:

The window was open, and the wind gently lifted the gauze curtains embroidered with blue and white flowers.

There is a half glass on the table, it should be more than half a glass.

Oh no, it's a cup of coffee that I didn't drink a few sips of.

Is it too bad to drink, or?
The empty room was filled with traces of faint, parting sorrow.

Well, it's sorrow.

There was a shallow nest in the middle of the bed. Qiao Rannuo must have sat there quietly for a long time, with his hands wrapped around his knees, like a jade carving.

Zhao Ke was suddenly at a loss.

He suddenly forgot, what are you doing here?
What did he want to say when he ran all the way here?

It seems that he wants to tell Qiao Rannuo that he defeated the Lakers today, talk about the crucial three-pointer he shot, talk about that ghostly steal, talk about the block that shook the world, talk about the blonde girl who interviewed him...

Maybe Qiao Rannuo didn't watch the game, maybe he doesn't like basketball at all!
If you don't like it, is it okay to just say something?

There is so much more to say...

Zhao Ke closed the door, squatted down slowly, propped his right hand on the ground, and sat lightly on the carpet, staring blankly at the little nest on the bed.

Ugh……

Shouldn't the young lady who was picked up be promised with her body?
Isn't it impolite to leave so silently?

After a long time, Zhao Ke was still deeply trapped in the bed and couldn't extricate himself.

The wind suddenly became stronger, and came from under the dancing curtains, and repeatedly flipped a piece of paper on the bedside table. A black ballpoint pen was pressed on it, so the paper made a "squeaky" sound, and the ballpoint pen rolled around on it, but couldn't break free.

The groaning of the paper woke Zhao Ke from the crash.

He finally pulled out his jerky eyes from the nest, moved his eyes away, and followed the guidance of the voice to search for...

Finally, Zhao Ke found the ballpoint pen rolling around on the bedside table and the paper it was pressing.

There seems to be words on the paper!
Have words? !
Suddenly, Zhao Ke who was still sitting on the ground trembled as if bitten by a scorpion.

He flew straight up with his hands on the ground, stepped over the big bed, and landed accurately in front of the bedside table, as if the basketball in Robert Horry's hand had landed there.

Zhao Ke flicked the ballpoint pen and picked up the piece of paper.

With trembling fingers, he unfolded nervously.

There are indeed characters, and the handwriting is beautiful, just like the person:
Big man, I'm off to the University of Memphis.

1XXXXXXXXXX.
In a word, a string of phone numbers.

Not even a word more.

Zhao Ke looked at this sentence for a full 10 minutes, but he didn't see a single flower.

Memphis?
be in college?
Still an international student!
Picking up the phone in the room, Zhao Ke, like an illiterate, began to check numbers one by one, and dialed...

After finally dialing the last number, before the call was connected, Zhao Ke quickly hung up and threw the phone aside, as if it was hot.

Zhao Ke covered his face: What should I say after getting through...

Say why did you leave without saying goodbye?

They bid farewell, and there is a note to prove it.

What happened to you yesterday?

Zhao Ke, if you dare to ask, Qiao Rannuo will definitely block you, okay, you want to find out this kind of embarrassment that you have never encountered in several lifetimes?
Say, shall we date?
No need to guess, there was silence on the phone for an hour, and then Zhao Ke tactfully hung up.

Then don't say anything!
At least there are friends who do not?
To Zhao Ke, Qiao Rannuo is like a bug.

Zhao Ke is a person who can play jokes with his idol Iverson, but he can't talk to Qiao Rannuo.

One thing down one thing, some tofu in brine.

Qiao Rannuo is his favorite!

Those charming pupils, the delicate face, the skin as smooth as jade...

What is your figure? Too thin!

But it still has an incomparable attraction to Zhao Ke.

When facing Zhao Ke, Qiao Rannuo didn't need to speak at all, she just glanced at him with her cold eyes, and this guy could blush and his neck was thick, and he couldn't say a useful word for a long time.

Fortunately, Qiao Rannuo is not good at using her talent, she doesn't seem to be interested in anything, including Zhao Ke.

Facing a woman who fits my taste in all aspects, I obviously want to please, but I can't find anything exciting to chat with, and the other party has no point of laughing at all.

Drooling greedily, but there is nothing to do, nowhere to go.

The dog eats the hedgehog, it is Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke really wanted to call and ask Qiao Rannuo:

Is this how you treat your savior?

According to the plot in the story, shouldn't you agree with your body?

Of course, this is just the most unreliable of countless thoughts in the anxious Zhao Ke's mind.

If Zhao Ke could find out, he would not have died alone in his previous life.

Tangled, painful, and restless Zhao Ke stood by the window for a while, squatted at the door for a while, and knelt on the bed for a while...

Ten minutes later, Zhao Ke was still hesitating.

Half an hour later, Zhao Ke still hadn't made up his mind.

For an hour, Ke Zhao, lying on the bed, breathed evenly.

Actually fell asleep!
At such a crucial moment of entanglement, anxiety and loss, Zhao Ke actually fell asleep!
You deserve to be single! ! !
(End of this chapter)