The Legend of Small Steel Cannons in the NBA

Chapter 201

Kyle led Maru up the stairs, and Jamal saw it and smiled.

"To be honest! The environment here is good, if only I could have such a one-story villa!" Maru revealed a little bit of ambition, and her ambition is not small.

"I also want to have such a villa, I dream of it." Kyle said truthfully.

"No way? Didn't you sign a big contract? Under Armor!"

"Only a portion of the money has arrived and now that the tax is high, I think I need to set up a charity and do something."

"Okay! In fact, this type of residence is not expensive, for a wealthy person like you."

"I'm just a rookie. Maybe in a few years, a few million dollars will be nothing."

"Hmm! What I'm thinking about now is, where should I sign my signature?"

"Ok?"

"Here? Or here." Maru covered her chest and pressed her buttocks, her provocative eyes were obvious.

"Now, we need to find the pen first." Kyle put his hands in his pockets, looked around, and then randomly pushed away a room.

It was dark and without light, Kyle put one arm around the girl's waist, and closed the door with the other.The two listened to each other's breathing. In the dark night, the sound of the heartbeat was extremely clear. They looked at each other silently. Although they couldn't see anything, they could feel the hot bodies of both sides.Then beat, rub, and bite!

Kyle was startled, and his movements stopped. Of course, he didn't realize that he had a conscience, but he heard the sound of footsteps outside and the sound of knocking on the cubicle door.what's the situation?
"Sorry! I think you need to get dressed." Kyle stopped, straightened Maru, picked up the half-tube pants, straightened the clothes, and turned on the light with a depressed face.

"What do you mean?" Maru's voice was sharp and slightly trembling.

When the lights came on, Maru's perfect figure was revealed, very perfect, the only incongruity was that distorted face and compact facial features.

"There is a situation!"

As soon as the words were finished, there was a rapid knock on the door of the room where Kyle was, which startled the angry little tigress, and hurriedly adjusted her makeup.

"Wait!" Kyle yelled out the door with an ugly expression.

After everything was sorted out, Kyle opened the door and saw that Jamal and Bosh were there. Jamal had deep brows and was depressed, apparently something happened.

"What's wrong?" Kyle's voice was extremely impatient with his dark face.He had already drawn his bow and was about to shoot an arrow, but he was abruptly interrupted. No wonder he had a good face. No matter how big the matter was, it couldn't be as big as Kyle's!

"Let's go out and talk." Bosh glanced at Maru, indicating that it was inconvenient here.

"Maru, I'm sorry!" Kyle glanced back and was startled to Maru, then left with the two bastards.

"What? Jamal was used as a bargaining chip?" Kyle was also surprised. The team had just started to improve, and this disrupted the rhythm. He couldn't understand what the team's top management thought, why did they do this?

"And Joey, Morris!" Bosh added.

"Who is the target of the transaction?"

"Artest!" Jamal's voice was low and hoarse.Just now he also took the cheerleaders upstairs to start shooting, but the gun was stopped by the phone when it reached the door.This made him quite annoyed, and even more annoyed after answering the call. His agent told him that he had been put on the shelf and was about to be traded, Nima!Having such a good time, he suddenly felt struck by lightning and directly fooled Jamal.

Jamal is a Canadian, and the ideal place to play is the Toronto Raptors. His family is here, and he grew up here.When he was in the Hornets, he was tired of playing, and only when he returned to Toronto could he burst into a long-lost passion.Now that he heard it, he wanted to pack up and leave again. Jamal was 1 unhappy. He wanted to stay in Toronto, where he was getting better and better.

So Jamal walked away, pleading with his agent to do his best to keep him in Toronto.At the same time, I thought of finding people who could talk at the party, Bosh and Kyle!He hopes that the two team cores can help him speak and save a glimmer of life.Bosh was picking up girls in the hall, and Jamal found him first.But Bosh said that he would discuss with Kyle first, as if he was wise and safe.Then they went upstairs non-stop to spoil Kyle's good deeds.

"Have you called Sam?" Kyle couldn't believe that the old man was so stupid. Jamal was an important part of the team, so how could he destroy the good chemistry?In particular, Kyle's strategy of using Jamal as the axis is completely inseparable from this all-around big man.

"No! But my agent has already checked it out, and the news cannot be false," Jamal said.

"I think we need to double-check that Sam can't do that." Kyle still wanted to know what Sam meant.

As soon as the words were finished, a group of Raptors players came in a team, obviously caught up in the wind.Jamal told his friends to end the damn party.Bosh just looked at his toes, not calling at all.

A team, as the core of the team, still has a certain right to know about the transaction. If the position is more stable, it also has the right to make suggestions, of course!Superstars are involved.But the Raptors now belong to the dual core, Kyle is the engine, Bosh is the terminator.If you have to divide into levels, it must be that Kyle belongs to the head star.

Kyle looked around and found that everyone was looking at him, and his scalp felt numb.In fact, he felt that it was more appropriate for Bosh to make this call. After all, the relationship between Sam and him was a bit delicate, especially after the tampering tactics, it was neither good nor bad.Bosh is different. He has been in the Raptors for three years, and he has a core throne. He has a more docile personality and a normal relationship with Sam.

But the current situation is that everyone expects Kyle to speak, and he becomes the one everyone expects.Seeing that Bosh also looked at him with that kind of expectant little eyes, Kyle really wanted to punch his old face, pretend!Pretend to be dead!But there is no way, he can't choose now, helpless!Kyle can only choose to be the first bird.

"Hey! Sam, good evening!" Kyle dialed the old man's phone.

"Good evening, Kyle! I was just about to call you. Are you free? Come to the office and discuss something with you." Sam's voice was a little tired.

"Hey... OK! I'll go there now."

Kyle hung up the phone and came back to the crowd and said, "I think I need to talk to Sam in person, I have to go, now!"

"Kyle! Please." Jamal didn't have the spirit before the party at all.

"Kyle! Thank you!" Peterson also felt heavy. The NBA is a business league, but no one is happy when they are really being traded as goods.

"Kyle! I want to play with you." Joey was more direct.

Kyle nodded. Originally, this matter had nothing to do with him, but today he was pushed to the front, and he really didn't want to see Jamal being traded.The faces of the others are not much better either, the rabbit dies and the fox is sad!Maybe the next one will be someone here.

"I do my best!"

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(End of this chapter)