Basketball Legends: Strikers Are King

The nightlife of beautiful Chinese people is actually very boring. The main reason is that the vast territory and sparsely populated areas, and some remote villages, may not have enough people for a mahjong game.

But cities are obviously different. Although most people rest when they arrive, there are always some energetic people who have places to spend their energy.

NBA players are obviously not lacking in energy.

In order to allow simple-minded players to protect their own food, the league has strict regulations on players' free time activities. Riding motorcycles, drag racing, mountain climbing and various extreme sports are all prohibited.

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Nightclubs have become the main choice for players to spend time.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Qi Tian met up with George and his group. Except for Stephenson and Hibbert, who should and would definitely be there, George and some of his friends, Qi Tian accidentally saw Collison.

"Our future star is here!"

It was completely different from the one on the court. Collison said jokingly and came over to shake hands with Qi Tian.

"Your clothes don't look good?"

Stephenson, who was wearing hip-hop clothes and a gold necklace, looked at Qi Tian, ​​who was simply wearing casual clothes, and said ⑧ OK.

"I think it's okay?"

Qi Tian never likes to wear gold chains, and he can only accept slightly wider clothes in the hip-hop style.

George followed suit and took one of his own jackets from the car and put it on Qi Tian.

"That's pretty much it!"

Looking at Qi Tian, ​​who was obviously more fashionable because of his flashy coat, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Let's go!"

He walked in front, leading a group of more than a dozen people into the nightclub.

"Dong dong dong, every move, hit every time..."

As Qitian expected, the eardrum-shattering music quickly penetrated into his ears, and the ambient light, which was more polluted than RGB, also made him feel dizzy.

He looked around and found that the large dance floor was already crowded with men and women, as well as male and female prostitutes.

They twisted their bodies to the music, venting or accumulating their ambitions.

"Are you still getting used to it?"

George raised his voice and asked Qi Tian. Qi Tian knew that he had to shout out in order for George to hear, so he answered at the same volume:

"Not used to it!"

"It's okay! Just get used to it!"

George said with a smile, raised his hand and gestured to the manager who came over.

Here it is!

The manager quickly brought George and his party into the prepared box.

Naturally, the box is not completely enclosed, it is just a circle of circular seats. The empty space can see the dance floor, so you can leave at any time.

"Same as usual!"

After hearing George's words, the smile on the manager's face became more obvious, and he asked the waiter to bring them more than a dozen bottles of champagne.

A bottle of these champagnes costs US$700, and just for the drinks, George, who is treating the guests, will have to spend thousands of dollars.

Seeing the arrival of the generous nightclub regular George, uninvited people soon came over, and the originally spacious seats were immediately filled.

"Thank you."

Qi Tian declined the woman who wanted to feed him wine mouth to mouth and picked up the champagne on the table.

George, who was in the concubine, saw that Qi Tian was a little cautious and immediately said:

"Seven, when you come here, don't be nervous, just release the pressure and do whatever you want!"

Qi Tian respectfully thanks Bu Min.

To be honest, it was only when he actually arrived at the nightclub that he realized that going to the nightclub was so boring.

Because the music is played too loudly, you have to speak at the top of your lungs, or you can do like Hibbert and kiss your female companion's ear.

And the lights were too bright, so they couldn't play many games. They could only throw dice and drink when they lost.

Stephenson and another companion are competing like this.

"Are you yellow?"

Qi Tian, ​​who was deep in thought, heard a voice coming from his ear.

The sudden interruption and the breath that was too close made him instantly get goosebumps. He shrank his shoulders first, breaking away from the softness that was different from the sofa, and then looked at the woman next to him and nodded.

The men and women who come to the nightclub to party are not too ugly. The woman in front of Qi Tian is like this. Although her appearance is not amazing, she is at least very coordinated. There are no traces of plastic surgery that Qi Tian hates. Of course, it is possible that he, who is inexperienced, cannot recognize it.

, it may also be blocked by the wavy hairstyle.

The dark skin is closer to brown, and there are no freckles on the faces of white women.

Qitian doesn't think freckles are unsightly, nor does he discriminate against them. He doesn't want to cause anyone discomfort, nor does he want to occupy public resources.

He doesn't like freckles, it doesn't mean he likes no freckles, any man or woman with or without freckles, transgender to a man, transgender to a woman, not sure about men and women and others, people who don't want to say can be beautiful, Qi Tianye

Support them.

"Yes, I am Asian, you can call me Qi."

After hearing his words, the woman stretched out her hand.

"You can call me Amy, I'm from Philadelphia, Cushitic Negro."

The Cushitan Negros are a mixed race of Europa.

Qi Tian nodded, understanding why Amy's skin color was not pure black.

At this time, Amy asked a question that hit Qi Tian's soul:

"Are you athletes?"

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Qi Tian really hadn't thought about this question. He thought about it for a moment before asking:

"Yeah, don't you watch basketball?"

"Oh, so you guys play basketball,"

Amy shrugged and said,

"I should have thought of it a long time ago, but I am usually too busy with work and have no interest in paying attention to this aspect."

"Then why did you come here?"

She said sheepishly:

"I heard my sister say that you can drink good wine here, so I was dragged here."

There are free prostitutes everywhere.

Qi Tian nodded, expressing understanding.

He also followed George because he could use George's money for free.

Amy came over again and asked:

"I heard them say that you performed well today, so you came here to celebrate?"

Qitian said humbly:

"Actually, it's not too good, just in the fourth quarter..."

Only then did he realize that it was indeed difficult to teach people who didn’t watch basketball how well he played, so he simply said:

"Although my performance exceeded the fans' expectations, I still lost."

"Really? Then you must be very sad?"

Amy was obviously a master at manipulating topics, and she quickly led Qi Tian to start a conversation.

"It's okay, I'm actually a little sad..."

Qitian didn't know how to describe his feelings.

…

"OK, bro,"

George hugged left and right, said goodbye to Stephenson, Hibbert and others who wanted to have in-depth communication with their companions, and then looked at Qi Tian,

"What about you, don't you want to interact with Amy?"

George winked and gestured to him frantically.

"No, it's already 1 o'clock. I should go back to bed. There's still a game tomorrow!"

"But Amy is indeed a good listener, and I feel much calmer."

Qi Tian walked straight over and opened the car door.

"bro!"

George grabbed the car door and motioned to him,

"How about you take a taxi?"

"Gan!"

Qi Tian gave him an international friendly gesture, turned around and walked to the street to hail a taxi.

George drove the car into the parking lot.