NBA bad guys

When the team returned to school, the whole school was filled with joy.

Many fans spontaneously placed extra-large banners at the gate of the campus. Even some students who don't usually like basketball already knew about it at this moment.

Their school has achieved impressive results in the NCAA.

They are champions and they are the heroes of this school.

Some people shouted Allen Iverson's name loudly, while others were dissatisfied and felt that Wu Liang was the real hero.

In the "Georgetown University Youth Daily", Wu Liang gained a lot of fans in the school.

Others, like Sarah Kustok, went to watch the game.

The whole process on the field was unexpectedly exciting.

But if it is said to be suffocating, it is not necessarily so, because from about two minutes into the game, Georgetown University has been leading all the way.

Although there was a brief rollover, someone quickly stepped forward.

Teachers and principals paid close attention to this event and even held a special party to celebrate these heroes.

But within the basketball team, it's not all joy.

Because two people are about to leave the team. Next season, they will set foot in the NBA, the highest level of basketball in the world.

Everyone hopes they can perform well in it.

But on the other hand, they felt reluctant to give up.

They struggled for a whole season, and the friendship between them is difficult to express clearly in words.

"Alan, do you really want to leave?"

Aimar sat next to Allen Iverson, with a grimace on his face, as uncomfortable as he felt.

"Yes, but don't be discouraged. I can still teach you some things about basketball, and there are many skills. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me.

I will tell you whenever I have time. "

Allen Iverson patted Aimar on the shoulder and said very thoughtfully.

He has been on the basketball team for two years.

To be honest, he has a deep relationship with everyone, and he is very reluctant to leave the place where he once fought.

Moreover, no school was willing to accept him at the beginning.

Only here, at Georgetown University, did I accept myself.

"Haha, Allen, you know, as long as you leave the team, I can become the team's starter, and I no longer need to be your substitute!"

Aimar suddenly stood up and laughed happily. His proud expression made Allen Iverson stunned for a moment.

The next moment, Allen Iverson stood up directly and knocked Amar down.

Then he pinched his head hard.

"You brat, I didn't expect you to want me to leave all the time, you have no conscience."

Allen Iverson pounded his chest with his fist.

Vincent said to Wu Liang: "When you leave, I will become the starter."

Wu Liang said with a smile: "Then you are also very happy."

Vincent shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Do you really think Aimar is in a good mood now? In fact, although he has been playing as a substitute for Allen, he regards Allen as his teacher.

Perhaps, among everyone, the one who least wants Allen to leave is Aimar. "

Coach John Thompson walked in from the door, still with his hands in his pockets, with a cool expression on his face, and said loudly: "Everyone, come here."

Everyone heard the sound and ran over.

"Coach, we are a championship team! You are the championship coach."

This stupid big guy, Holston, suddenly seemed to have enlightened himself and actually knew how to flatter someone.

"Well, you performed very well yesterday. So today, how about I invite you to have dinner in the most prosperous place in Washington?"

John Thompson is also obviously very happy.

After all, this is the NCAA finals.

Yesterday, the principal had notified him at short notice that he would be given an additional bonus, which was definitely not a small sum.

"Where to eat?"

Williamson, as the fattest guy on the team, was immediately interested in the idea.

As long as he can eat it, he is quite satisfied.

A very fat one.

"Go to Morgan Avenue."

John Thompson knows it's expensive out there, but today is a really happy day.

Of course, today’s meal is not just a celebration.

Also a farewell.

Two of his most popular disciples will enter high-level stages like the NBA.

As their college coach, that's a very exciting thing to do.

"Morgan Avenue?"

Aimar opened his eyes wide and said: "Coach John, I think it's better to forget it, it's very expensive there. We don't want you to treat us to dinner for a month's salary."

John Thompson glared at him and said: "It doesn't matter. You can just eat freely when the time comes. But remember, you must not drink. You are not old enough."

Allen Iverson looked at Wu Liang on the side and said secretly: "By the way, Morgan Avenue, this guy's family's property... I don't know how Frank is doing."

John Thompson said to Wu Liang: "By the way, Wu Liang, ask Tom Clayson to go with you. You can go look for him in the classroom later."

Wu Liang nodded and said, "I understand!"

……

Washington is always so charming at night, with tall buildings shining brightly in neon lights.

The cold night wind blows, seeming to carry a slight fragrance, which is refreshing.

Pedestrians come and go on the street, walking with their pets or hurriedly carrying luggage.

Vehicles shuttled through the city, their lights streaking across the night like shooting stars.

The Washington Monument in the distance stands in the night sky, as if silently watching this bustling city.

In this bustling city, the alternating light and dark scenes form a dazzling night view of Washington, which is fascinating.

And in the middle of the busiest Morgan Avenue, there was a restaurant that looked pretty good, but it was already overcrowded.

The first people to enter are all high-end people wearing suits, or some rich second generation.

Some are talking about business inside, and some are talking about love inside.

Wu Liang and his group are indeed a little out of place here.

Tom Johnson was obviously here for the first time and seemed a little nervous, "Everyone, let's go in!"

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard the security guard behind me directing others to reverse the car, "Fall, fall, fall, fall, bang, okay!"

A young man, about eighteen or nineteen years old, walked out of the black Mercedes-Benz and shouted loudly to the security guard: "What are you doing? Do you know how to direct? Didn't you see that my car was hit? Can you afford to pay for it?" ?"

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