I am Really an Insider

Chapter 157 154: Shocked! The thing behind her is actually (4K please vote)

This is not the first time that Wayne and the Pacers players have come to Los Angeles to play away games. They had played at the Staples Center before against the "Los Angeles Second Team" Clippers.

Although they are both Los Angeles teams, their home games are all played by Staples.

But the current influence of the Lakers and Clippers is completely incomparable.

The Lakers may be one of the few teams in the league that, even in a season with a poor record, does not lack attention and attendance.

For example, this year, the withdrawal of Phil Jackson, O'Neal and others has instantly eclipsed the Lakers.

This team has really become Kobe's team. Except for Kobe, the other four starters on the team are different from last season.

Not to mention the players, even the coaches have been changed.

Phil Jackson left, and the Lakers originally found Rudy. Don't underestimate the heart of a person who has tasted his own brain. Tomjanovich.

As a result, Tang Shuai was unwell, so he took a quick drink and left.

So now, the head coach has been replaced by Phil Jackson's trusted assistant Frank Hamblen.

Hamblen has been working with Zen Master since the Bulls period, but he is not a tactical master and does not specialize in any one aspect of tactics.

More often than not, he just does some work such as statistics and opponent data analysis and comparison.

Well, so if the Lakers directly use him as their head coach, they are basically giving up this season.

In fact, at the beginning of the season, the Lakers' record was still good. But the injuries to Kobe and Odom have completely sunk the Lakers, and now they can no longer catch up.

The introduction is the current situation of the Los Angeles Lakers. If they want a record, they have no record. If they want a star, they only have one star who is just a loser. If they want a coach, they have no coach.

But there is no shortage of people to watch!

Maybe this is the legendary big team and the big stage.

Let’s see how many people still pay attention to Fisher after he goes to the Warriors? Let’s see how much more attention Payton can attract after joining the Pacers?

This is Los Angeles, where you’ll never be short of attention.

So when Wayne got off the plane, the crowd of reporters jumped at him.

Damn it, are we here to play the Finals with the Lakers?

This is just an ordinary regular season game, but it’s such a big battle!

"Wei, how do you comment on the rumors of conflict between Kobe Bryant and Tomjanovich? Do you think Tomjanovich really resigned because of physical discomfort?"

"If it were you, would you be willing to work with a player like Kobe? He's almost the most disliked player in the league right now."

"Ray Allen has publicly stated that Kobe is a selfish person before. Kobe also responded by saying not to compare that guy with me on the same level. What do you think of the conflict between the two?"

"Did Shaq tell you anything? For example, he must kill Kobe."

The questions reporters have are completely different from reporters in other cities.

They are all questions that are not very serious and have little to do with the competition, but are indeed very gimmicks.

Los Angeles, entertainment to death!

Wayne didn't answer any questions and walked away quickly.

Can this be answered? The key is that I really don’t know how to answer it.

Ray Allen complained about Kobe. If you ask me what I think, it seems like I am familiar with them.

I’m not close to the 1996 generation, but I have a better relationship with the Banana Boat brothers.

Janeway Guapao: What a hammer!

After finally squeezing onto the team bus, Wayne couldn't help but sigh.

In his previous life, Kobe was respected and admired. When that damn accident happened, the whole world felt sorry for him and was heartbroken.

Wayne is no exception.

But now Kobe seems to be a public enemy. Even in Los Angeles, at least half of the fans don't like him, thinking that he forced Shaq and Jackson away.

This period can be said to be a low point in Kobe's career and life.

It's hard to connect the current Kobe with the nearly perfect Kobe in people's minds in 2020.

However, this may be the best interpretation of life.

Troughs and peaks, mistakes and right, lies and truth, youth and maturity

Wayne didn't want to discuss too much about things that had nothing to do with the Pacers. Win the game and go home. This was the only purpose of Wayne coming to Los Angeles.

Oh, there is also a "side task", that is, I don't know what kind of help Sharapova will ask her to do.

After arriving at the hotel, the players took a casual break and then went to Staples to adapt to the venue.

Because there is a Los Angeles Kings ice hockey game tonight at Staples Center, the venue will change from a basketball court to an ice hockey rink within two hours.

Therefore, players have very limited time to adapt to the field.

Payton returned to Staples again, his mouth no longer crooked, he no longer said dirty words, and his whole person seemed to have become a lot more gloomy.

After all, this place held too high expectations for him. And as we all know, the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

He may have thought that he could become famous in this wealthy team and retire with honor.

What awaited him was one of the biggest farces in the history of the Lakers.

"By the way, Wei." Payton, who was in a daze, seemed to suddenly remember something, so he walked to Wayne.

"What's wrong Gary?"

"During the game tomorrow, don't trash talk Kobe at will. For most people, trash talking is useful. But for Kobe, it will only be counterproductive.

The Lakers are not a strong team, so we just need to win steadily, OK? "

"Well, I'll try my best." Wayne could only say that he would try his best, because sometimes when his damn language talent comes out, Wayne really can't control it.

Moreover, Kobe is also a talker on the court. What he talks is not necessarily trash talk, it may be something like "I want to score, I want to score", "You want to be strong, you want to be strong" and the like.

But having it buzzing in my ears for the whole game is annoying.

Wayne was afraid that if he couldn't hold it any longer, he would start spraying.

etc? Payton, the big troll, actually warned me not to troll Kobe?

What did you go through last season?

Forget it, let’s control it a little bit.

As Payton said, the Lakers are not a strong team. Just win the game steadily without adding extraneous details.

If an 81-point night is triggered in advance, it will not end well.

But then I thought about it, could Gangtai allow Kobe to score 81 points?

In this regard, Wayne still has confidence in Yasuko.

Although he is a little irritable, a little stubborn, and a little stupid, he is still a good defensive player!

"Wei, let's go to Beverly Hills tonight." said Artest, who was cowardly. At this time, Artest happily walked towards Wayne with his slightly hoarse voice.

"I have a rapper friend who said he could let me go to his recording studio to record songs. Haha, this is a rare opportunity. Let me introduce you to some big names in the rap industry!"

Artest was full of expectations, as if he hoped Wayne could go with him.

"Well I'm sorry Ron, I have an appointment tonight."

Artest:! ! !

"where to?"

“Go Sharapova”

"Sure enough, it's this woman!" Before Wayne could finish speaking, Artest interrupted him, "Forget it, go ahead, it doesn't matter if I'm alone, Wei. Seriously, don't reject her for me.

Although I know you really want to be with me, after all, it’s rare for someone to ask you out once. "

"Oh, I didn't mean to say no to her. Have a good time tonight, Ron."

Artest glanced at Wayne with disdain. He was totally wrong. It was only because he had taken Wayne to a tennis match.

"Hey, my current teammates on the same team have faded away. In the end, I can only make an appointment with Lamar Odom of the Lakers." Artest shook his head and walked away.

Wayne really wanted to ask Wu Sheng to come over and help him blow Artest's head with a flying kick.

Why are there so many scenes in one day? ?

If I hadn't thought that you would still be useful in guarding Kobe tomorrow, I would have elbowed you earlier!

In this serious and solemn atmosphere, the Pacers ended their field adaptability training.

When everyone was about to leave, a guy wearing headphones came out from the player tunnel on the other side.

After he stepped onto the court, he looked up at the Pacers players, but did not say hello.

Well, even with his former teammate Payton, he didn't say a word and just started shooting.

Payton didn't bother him. He was used to this situation last season.

"Let's go Wei, have a good rest and let's continue to win tomorrow night."

Payton said, patted Wayne on the back, and left.

Wayne stared at the man, a little distracted.

He is really back again.

Kobe Bryant, AKA Kobe Bayern.

Wayne didn't expect that his first encounter with him would be in this situation.

At this moment, Wayne really wanted to walk up and say to Kobe affectionately, "You can't squirt! Come on, let me take a look. Come on, isn't it very special?"

Of course, Wayne didn't actually go up and say that.

Having hatred against the Class of 2003 is already troublesome, and Wayne doesn't want to provoke another guy who is very capable of holding grudges.

When Wayne turned to leave, Kobe couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Wayne's tall back.

"I pretended to be so calm just now, I must have bluffed him! Oh my god, luckily I left, I almost didn't hold my breath.

Well, now, I have psychologically frightened my opponent! Tomorrow's game will be at least half easy.

Just wait, Shaq, let the world see it now. The guy you can't beat is so fragile in front of me! "

Kobe clenched his fists and couldn't wait to start the battle.

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When Wayne arrived at Sharapova's residence, he couldn't help but sigh: "The gada in Los Santos is indeed more fragrant than the cornfield!"

There are rows of luxurious bungalows, and handsome men and beautiful women are playing in the swimming pool.

There were cars parked at the door that even Wayne couldn't name, and reporters could even be seen everywhere.

Wayne is really afraid of meeting a five-star good citizen named Franklin who is walking a dog named Cha.

The lavishness and richness of Los Angeles have only revealed the tip of the iceberg, and it has already dazzled Wayne.

In the big cornfield, people can only run circles around the racing track, or play simple sports such as cornfield wrestling.

But in Los Angeles...it can't be compared.

After ringing the doorbell of Sharapova's villa, Wayne heard a rush of footsteps, as if the owner couldn't wait to answer the door.

Soon, the door of the villa was opened.

"Wayne, you're here~"

Behind the door, Sharapova was barefoot, wearing only a simple white vest and sports shorts, and her 17-year-old youthful atmosphere was ready to come out.

"Hello, I brought you a bottle of red wine. I hope you like it." Wayne handed over the gift.

"Thank you, come in." Sharapova took the red wine with one hand, held Wayne with the other, and pulled him into the door.

"So, how can I help?"

"Let's have dinner first and talk while we eat. Come on, I've been preparing for it all afternoon."

Following Sharapova into the living room, Wayne found dinner already set on the table.

The small atmosphere is quite good. I remember when I lived with Tony last summer, this was the difference.

"I will go to watch the game tomorrow. Now, I fried beef for you. Don't worry, I didn't tamper with the food. You don't have to worry about having a high fever tomorrow."

"I didn't expect you to know a lot about football. You know this joke."

"Of course, since I met you, I also started to like basketball crazily!"

After the two had dinner, Wayne took a look around Sharapova's mansion.

Well, it's quite clean, and cleaning is not a big deal.

And Sharapova is almost 1.9 meters tall, so she doesn’t need to bother me about changing light bulbs.

Computer repair? With her character, she should just replace it with a new one.

That means it's really okay, you liar!

If you ask me to come over for dinner, just say so.

This little girl is so.

"Are you full? Let's go to the second floor. There is one thing I hope you can help me with."

"Go to the second floor, help you?" Wayne was dumbfounded. Sister, I have to play a game tomorrow. You actually want me to play games with you all night?

When he got to the second floor, Wayne discovered that this was not a bedroom, but an oversized balcony.

There is a swimming pool inside and the ground is covered with artificial turf.

The most outrageous thing is that Sharapova placed not a lounge chair next to the swimming pool, but two oversized sofas that looked like beds.

This little girl’s design is very thoughtful.

"Wait for me here, I'll get something."

After saying that, Sharapova skipped into a room, then quickly walked out with her hands behind her back and sat next to Wayne.

"How about this sofa? I don't like recliners. With a sofa, everyone doesn't have to sit far apart after playing, but can nest together! But no one has come to play with me yet, and you are the first! "

If you want to stay with your friends, you are so in need of friends.

"It's very soft, very comfortable, and great." Wayne's language talent seemed a bit limited when he evaluated the sofa.

"Hey, Wei," Sharapova slowly approached Wayne, so close that Wayne could already smell the smell of shampoo.

"This is for you." Finally, at a distance where she could no longer get closer, the hand that Sawa had been holding behind her back came to Wayne's eyes.

"A pen?" Wayne took the pen from Sharapova's hands, his mind completely at a loss.

"In half a month, I will go to the Indian Wells Open. In the previous rounds of the Open, my results were not ideal. So, I thought of you.

Last time you came to watch the US Open, you threw me a lucky tennis ball, and I made a great score. So, this time, please write your name on the grip of my tennis racket! Or write some messages or something.

Well, in this way, you can always hold your luck in your hands. "

Seeing Sharapova's expectant expression, Wayne shouted: "That's it?"

"Yeah!" Sharapova nodded vigorously.

Wayne smiled. Sure enough, no matter how mature the body is, she is still a 17-year-old girl on the inside.

So Wayne wrote some cheering words on the white grips of five tennis rackets.

"Then, have a good game and wish you good luck."

"I will move forward like you, Wei!"

Two exotic athletes who are rising in the United States are getting closer and closer on their road to fame.