This point guard is great

Chapter 14 If you are not arrogant, is that still called a young man?
Obey the tactical arrangement?

Isn't that like being your little brother! ?

Watson almost laughed angrily: "Ma Hong, let me advise you, don't be too arrogant, you are no longer the genius with a halo, everyone is in this place, working hard is for the contract, to put it bluntly, it is for the money, don't stand in my way, otherwise, I will let you have nowhere to go!"

Looking up at Watson's distraught look, Mahon reluctantly turned his head and walked away without saying a word.

"Ma Hong!" Watson yelled in a low voice, but Ma Hong still didn't stop, and raised his hand to give Watson a middle finger.

"Fuck, Ma Hong, I'm telling you, you're fucked up, I'm sure you won't be able to get along!" Watson was angry, but Ma Hong didn't care. Whenever a player plays well, it becomes a reason to be angry. If so, then, what the hell are you playing!

Of course, no one cared about the Bulls' first win. After all, winning against the Mavericks was a matter of course, and not a single wave was stirred.

Mahon and Watson got into an argument. Although no one heard what they said clearly, everyone knew that their conflict was further intensified by watching the actions.

Going back to the locker room to change clothes, Ma Hong did not leave with the team but went to Christine and left directly.

"If you win, shouldn't there be an interview?" Christine was driving, and suddenly noticed a beautiful woman with red hair and a good figure in the car on the left.

Rare species, for Christine, whether the hair color is natural or dyed, and where the body is real and which is processed, she can tell at a glance and is very professional.

Ma Hong slumped in the chair a little tired, with his eyes closed. No matter how he played, it would only make Ma Hong more excited, secrete dopamine, make him happy, and make him passionate. However, when it comes to people, Ma Hong would be very bored.

Although, in fact, he is better at calculating people than playing football.

"I don't want to be interviewed, and there is no video of this game, only specific data, and the interview is only two or three kittens, no big shots will care."

...Wait for a while, where are people?

Christine used to be twittering at this time.

Opening his tired eyes, Ma Hong looked to his side,

I rely on.

I saw that Christine and the girl in the car next door had already played well. The two of them kept making various faces through the glass. After making faces, they even started to do indescribable things with their tongues. Christine has a specialty, she can dance with her tongue. Mahon has always been curious about what she is practicing this thing for.

Looking at the state of the girl in the opposite car...Ma Hong had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, at the intersection of the shopping mall in front, Christine kicked the car door without the slightest sense of traffic, threw the key to Ma Hong, quickly climbed into another car, and drove away.

Me, your uncle!
At this moment, Ma Hong was exhausting all his spiritual strength to greet Christine's uncle. After all, his parents had brought Ma Hong a lot of delicious food, and Ma Hong could not be ungrateful.

Just as he was about to drive, Mahon suddenly looked up and saw a large store, er, selling cigars.

Back at the hotel, Ma Hong was holding a box of cigars. He heard that Jordan liked to smoke this stuff. Ma Hong also planned to try it. Maybe he would relieve stress. However, as soon as he arrived in the lobby, he saw Kevin Ollie arguing with several teammates.
Not to mention, it is really rare to see Kevin Ollie angry.

Get closer and listen, well, it has something to do with yourself.

A few people headed by Watson are talking bad things about Mahon. They play for the purpose of collecting statistics, without the slightest team will, and completely ignore the coach's guidance.

Kevin Ollie has been playing for 30 minutes today, and his physical strength is not as good as Watson's. Now he is a little tired. He is fighting with two fists and four hands. Although he is working hard, he is still suppressed in momentum. He doesn't understand.
Kevin Ollie has a reasonable heart, but no one intends to reason with him. Watson knows Mahon's innocence much better than Kevin Ollie.

Even if they saw Ma Hong approaching, the few people led by Watson had no intention of lowering their decibels at all, and it would be best for reporters to take pictures.

After taking a closer look, Ma Hong smiled and hooked Kevin Ollie's neck.

Kevin Ollie almost thought that a few people were going to fight back if they couldn't say it, and was about to fight back when he saw Ma Hong: "You are here, we are here!"

"Let's go." Without wanting to say a word to Watson, Ma Hong directly pulled Kevin Ollie away.

"Why don't you explain it to them, so that the coach will misunderstand you even more!" Kevin Ollie hates iron but steel.

"It's nothing, you think Coach Wright can like me?"

"..." Kevin Oli didn't want to talk to this salted fish: "They are slandering you, pouring dirty water on you, and crowding you out, do you understand?"

Ma Hong nodded: "I know."

"Aren't you angry?"

"Is it useful to be angry?"

Kevin Ollie didn't want to talk to him at all, and was about to go to practice to vent his anger, even if he couldn't help but take two shots, but he was directly stopped by Mahon: "I bought a box of cigars, would you smoke this stuff?"

Stopping, Kevin Ollie looked at the characters on the box.

"Damn, what a crime, you bought such an expensive thing!?"

Covering Kevin Ollie's big mouth: "Hush your voice, ask if you can smoke, and nod!"

Kevin Ollie nodded desperately. For such an expensive thing, you have to say yes, you must!
The two big men sneaked back to the room. Ma Hong tried the taste of cigars for the first time, and then gave Kevin Ollie a box.

The conflict within the Bulls was further intensified. Although Cartwright felt that Mahon's choice was not a problem on the scene, he couldn't stand the three of them, coupled with inherent prejudice.

So there must be nothing good to say in the report.

(End of this chapter)