Getting off work

Author: half a bottle of vinegar

Getting off work

Hot bullet nightclub.

The dim lights hit the ceiling, the wine bottles were stuck in the ice, and the dollar bills scattered on the floor told the story of the madness just now. Iverson let out a loud roar and emerged from the pile of girls. Suddenly he remembered something and put his body with the cool girl.

Lamar Odom, who was dancing, was dragged over.

"What's going on?" Odom looked at Iverson with a puzzled look.

"Have you seen Stephen? Why hasn't he come yet?"

"I didn't see it. I only saw a bunch of beauties who needed my comfort. Don't worry about Stephen. He may have already hit the base. Here I come, beauties!" Odom flew towards the dance floor, like a heroic rescue.

The ball is as heroic as the ball.

Iverson shook his head and exited the box. He was the one who organized the game. How could he ignore the guests?

Iverson took out his cell phone from his arms and dialed Marbury's number. No one answered. Will this unlucky guy be left by Larry Brown to train with the Kung Fu Kid?

It shouldn't be possible. Marbury loves coming to places like this more than he does. Nothing can stop him from coming to the nightclub. Maybe Odom is right. Marbury was already at the hotel when they were still in the nightclub.

That’s how it should be!

A woman wearing only a piece of hair walked out of the house and jumped into Iverson's arms. "FK, what the hell, Stephen, I'm back!" Iverson dragged the girl and rushed back to the nightclub. Today is a sleepless day.

night.

The staff member yawned and looked at the two people who were still bullfighting in the stadium. He really didn't expect that he would have to work overtime during the off-season, and he would have to work overtime later than usual.

Inside the stadium.

The calf muscles of the bald black man were tight and he was dribbling faster and faster. Li Zheng opened his arms with a serious face and did not choose to pick up the ball, because the bald man in front of him seemed to be full of flaws, but as long as he stretched out his hand to slightly destroy the center of gravity of the defense, his

Those fake moves instantly turned into real killing moves.

Stephon Marbury, born in New York, his basketball skills are full of street ball style, gorgeous dribbling, changeable offensive methods, and the frame-attacking skills of the Pegasus Movement, but he vaguely found that his moves were different from the boy in front of him.

The front is gradually losing its function.

Marbury gritted his teeth. The muscles in his forearm were already burning with pain. He made a test to the left. Li Zheng was unmoved, but Marbury keenly caught Li Zheng's toes shifting to the left.

, although he reacted immediately and tried to adjust back to the shifted center of gravity, it was enough for him.

Marbury kicked off his right leg and sprinted with all his strength to attack the basket in the shortest possible way. His left elbow was deliberately raised, so that he could immediately gain space for a layup. He then jumped into the penalty area and raised his elbow.

, turned the basketball softly with his right hand, and Li Zheng slapped the backboard.

Marbury looked up to the sky and screamed, as excited as if he had hit a buzzer beater in the NBA, "11 to 9! I did it!" The staff member who was dozing next to him fell off the seat next to him with a look of resentment.

Looking at the two sturdy men who had been struggling all night.

"9 to 9, friend, you just walked." Li Zheng took the ball and showed Marbury the action just now. He passed his own start just now and obviously stole a step, so the goal just now should be invalid. If it weren't for that

One step, that's a perfect top hat.

"Hey, that was a good shot. You know, the referee will not call such inconsequential things. The point is that I passed you just now. You were fooled, rookie." Marbury wiped the sweat from his face.

, said breathlessly.

"You passed me, but if you didn't take that extra step, I could keep up and put your layup on the board, so the ball shouldn't count." Li Zheng said patiently, passing the ball.

Back to Marbury.

"So? I won this one and you start doing this? Do you understand that the game is left to the players? Did the NCAA referees fool you?" Marbury said angrily.

"Then continue." Li Zheng pulled up his shorts, opened his arms, looked at Marbury seriously and said calmly.

"Continue?" Marbury touched his sore waist, as if his whole body was falling apart, "Hehehehe." He showed a sick smile, then slammed the ball to the ground and jumped hysterically.

"I'm actually going to accompany you to fight bullfights all night!? FUCK!!! So many brothers are waiting for me, so many kittens are waiting for me, so many fine wines and leaves are waiting for me, I'm here with you, one of you loves to eat rice

The bastard fought all night, bullfight?! Am I crazy! Haha! I'm crazy!" Marbury lay on the ground and kept yelling at Li Zheng.

Fatigue, anger, shame, Marbury himself couldn't tell what emotions destroyed his calmness. After thinking about it, it might be his unwillingness to lose more than he won. Since he came to the training hall and met this yellow-skinned boy, he accepted it.

After accepting his request for a bullfight, he fell into this nightmare of a cycle of failure.

If Li Zheng could understand Marbury's mood, he would definitely finish the last hit accurately. "It's not that you lose more than you win, it's that you don't win at all."

After an unknown amount of time, Marbury was lying on the ground with his arms in front of his eyes. His voice gradually became weaker and quieter, and the stadium finally returned to silence.

Is it over? I can finally clean the stadium and lock the door? This is really news worth celebrating. The staff rubbed their eyes in ecstasy, picked up the mop and prepared to finish their work, and then get off work early.

"Li, I hope you can treat me to a late-night snack, so that I can feel better." The staff member was cleaning the floor in the dark with a mop, his eyes were a little red, and he was yawning a series of complaints.

"Slow down." Just as Li Zheng opened his mouth to warn him, he saw the staff using a huge mop to push Marbury, who was lying on the ground, half a meter away.

"Why is there someone here?" After the staff and Li Zheng maintained a delicate silence, they had to say something, "What's wrong with him?"

"It seems that he fell asleep." Li Zheng heard Marbury's weak snoring and smacking of his lips. It seemed that he had a good dream.

【Physical fitness: 124(94)】

Li Zheng discovered that his greatest advantage may be that his physical fitness was beyond the full value, which was as high as 124 points. After a hard night of fighting, although he could feel the fatigue and weakness in his body, it was far from the limit of his physical fitness.

"What should we do? It's not good to leave him here." The staff member said with a headache. He felt that there was another huge obstacle in his journey to get off work.

"Otherwise, give me the key to the arena and I'll accompany him." Li Zheng looked at Marbury, who had turned over and was sleeping soundly. It seemed that his sleep would last for a long time, so he asked the staff

Sound advice.

"Isn't this bad?"

Li Zheng scratched his head. He didn't even see clearly when the staff put a bunch of keys in his hand. The speed of his hand was really hard to describe. As expected, the heart of any off-duty worker should not be underestimated.

"I'll clean up the arena tomorrow, just lock the door for me. Thank you, great Li." The staff trotted out of the arena, not forgetting to turn back and express his joy to Li Zheng.

Li Zheng looked at Marbury, who was lying across the court. It might be a while before he wakes up, and he should continue training. However, the air conditioning in the arena might make him contract wind evil, and it would be easy for him to cramp if he fell asleep directly after exercising.

Perhaps he should be moved to the sidelines and given a training uniform to show the brilliance of teammate camaraderie and humanity.

Just how to move a guy who is collapsed into a pile, 1.9 meters tall, nearly 90 kilograms, and passed out?

Li Zheng held his chin and thought, he would never let a princess hug a man, absolutely not. He looked thoughtfully at the big mop left by the staff and had an idea in his mind.
Chapter completed!