Reborn My Name Is Kobe

What does the blood stain in Jessica's mouth refer to? My mind is full of questions now. On the surface, I may not particularly understand the true meaning of this word. After all, in English, a certain word often has different meanings.

It can represent different things in the context, and you must know that Kobe’s cultural class is actually not particularly good, so as I inherited Kobe’s memory and knowledge, I can only guess about the blood stain in Jessica’s mouth.

think.

"To be precise, it's actually the stigmata, which is the legendary mark left on the linen wrapping Jesus' body during his crucifixion."

"But I still don't quite understand what you want to say. Why did you just say that this blood stain is something that shouldn't exist in this world?"

"Come and see this."

Jessica didn't explain much to me, but took me deep into the house. On top of a huge cabinet was a huge metal box.

"What's in this box?"

I looked at this metal box curiously. Judging from my first glance, the age of making this metal box must have been quite a long time ago. Although cultural relics can be aged in various ways, this one

The smell exuded by the metal box is very mysterious and special. It is impossible for an ordinary metal box to have such a special smell just by relying on ordinary old-fashioned craftsmanship.

"You can feel the special aura emitted by this box. It is a sacred aura."

"Holy breath?"

As if I thought I had misheard what Jessica said, I looked at Jessica with an unbelievable look, but she seemed quite calm, as if she had expected such a reaction from me.

"The stigmata I am talking about is placed in this sacred box, but hundreds of years have passed since it was last opened."

Jessica's tone was very calm and natural, as if the words coming out of her mouth were not shocking, but I instinctively took a step back, even wrinkled my forehead slightly, and didn't say anything for a long time.

Say a word.

"I brought you here today just to show you this box. I believe that my parents' lifelong career must be closely related to this box."

"Why do I suddenly feel like you have become Lara Croft in Tomb Raider? In the future, you may follow your parents' footsteps and search for ancient legends in those mysterious ruins."

"If there really is such a day, would you like to go with me?"

Faced with this question that Jessica suddenly asked, my brain suddenly seemed to be short-circuited. It seemed that there were many little bugs buzzing in my mind, making it impossible for me to think properly.

"To be honest, this proposal is a bit tempting, and I really want to believe that everything your parents left you is a cultural relic of infinite value, but obviously I can't give up basketball, because for me

Basketball is my second life, even if it’s for you, I can’t give up basketball!”

"Hey, you're thinking too much. I'm not asking you to give up basketball."

Jessica's face suddenly softened a little, and she looked at me with a smile, which made my previous nervousness fade away a lot.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't need to play 365 days a year. After you finish the playoffs, won't you have several months to take off? Then you can spend some time with me."

"Well, then I promise you, this year Shaq and I will take O'Brien away from Jordan and let the purple and gold flag fly in the wind again."

"Speaking of Shaq, is your relationship with him better now? I've always been worried that there would be irreconcilable conflicts between you and him."

I smiled and shook my head, gently placed my hands on Jessica's shoulders, and then brought my face close to her face.

"You don't have to worry about the relationship between me and Shaq. He is much stronger than me now, so I am very willing to be someone who supports him. When I slowly grow into a superstar that does not belong to him, I will be aboveboard.

I took the boss position from Shaq. In fact, to a certain extent, I don’t care whether I can become the boss of the team. What I like is just the process of constantly competing and challenging opponents who are stronger than me. This can continue to inspire me.

My potential makes me stronger."

"Do you really believe you can be a superstar on par with or even better than Shaq?"

There was no expression on Jessica's face, and I couldn't tell what she was really thinking deep down when she said this.

"I believe in myself, and I am willing to give everything I have for this goal, but in fact, Shaq is really not the goal I want to surpass most, Jordan is!"

My tone was very calm, as if I was just saying something innocuous, but in fact, deep down in my heart, I was already deeply trembling because of this thought.

If it were my personality in my previous life, I would never be able to set such a difficult goal for myself. However, at this moment, Kobe’s blood is flowing in my body, and it deeply affects my personality.

and thoughts, for me, only by accomplishing the great things that Kobe has not accomplished in my world can I truly show Kobe’s spirit.

From this level, I have been gradually influenced by Kobe's character in my previous life, making me more and more like the real Kobe. But I also know that I can never truly become Kobe. He is unique and no one can.

Instead, no matter how well I do, deep down in my heart I can never reach the heights of Kobe.

"It is good for young people to have dreams."

Jessica said with a smile.

"What if one day my dream comes true!"

I also smiled and continued.

"Guess what my dream is?"

"Well, wouldn't it be like becoming someone like your parents, who can travel and explore the world to find secrets that were hidden thousands of years ago?"

Jessica shook her head and asked me to continue guessing.

"Own a huge manor, become a manor owner, raise a thousand sheep and a thousand cows."

I said half-jokingly.

"Why do I like raising animals so much? Guess again."

"Well, to be honest, I don't know what your dream is. You know, I've only known you for less than a month. By the way, do you still remember where we first met?"

"Of course I remember, it was at Shaq's personal party."

"By the way, speaking of Shaq's party, after the game yesterday, Shaq seemed to have mysteriously handed me a small note. I don't know what this guy wanted to do."

As I spoke, I took out the crumpled piece of paper from my pocket. After I finally smoothed it out and made it neat, I saw a few rather scrawled words on it.

The word says a special name.

"Backstreet Dad? What is this? Does it refer to a person?"

But Jessica smiled and took the note from my hand, then directly made it into a small ball and threw it into the corner.

"Backstreet Daddy is an old bar. Los Angeles locals used to like to go there to party. However, in recent years, because many better bars have emerged, fewer and fewer people go there to party.

"

"Then what does Shaq mean by giving me this note?"

"I don't know. The only thing I know is that Shaq has held several parties in this bar before, and that was before the offseason was over."

"He also invited you to his party?"

I just remembered Jessica’s situation when I attended Shaq’s party. Speaking of which, she seemed to have known Shaq for a long time!

"You may not believe it, but from an objective point of view, Shaq can be regarded as a distant cousin of mine."

"But Shaq is so dark, and you are a white girl with blond hair and blue eyes!"

Obviously, I can't believe that Shaq and Jessica are related by blood. Even if they are distant relatives, it is very unbelievable.

"This is the truth. Sometimes this world is really small. Don't you know that Shaq's father was imprisoned not long after he was born, and her mother took him to remarry a man?"

A soldier, to be precise Shaq is not related to me by blood, but his adoptive father can be regarded as one of the collateral lines of our family."

"Okay, I can still understand what you said. Could it be that Shaq wants to tell me that he is holding a party there tonight?"

"This is very much his style. He will give you some charades so that you can't figure out what he wants to do."

"But I don't like his self-righteous style. It seems that the whole world has to revolve around him. Anyway, he didn't tell me clearly that there will be a party tonight. I can just pretend that I don't know about it.

."

After saying this, I also made a very helpless expression and spread my hands out.

"You really don't want to go? If I want to go to this party, will you go with me?"

"You know, beauty, your invitation is a bit embarrassing! I don't want Shaq to feel that I, like those others, have to be at his mercy."

"We can attend wearing masks! The party is so chaotic, how will he know who is behind the mask?"

Jessica showed an expression that was hard to refuse. When I saw this expression, I knew that I was unlikely to refuse her.

Jessica carefully placed the metal box back where it belonged, and then told me something special about the metal box.

Only then did I realize that the raw materials and craftsmanship used to make this box were extraordinary. It is said that the raw materials used to make this box did not come from the earth itself, but had to be traced to the vast starry sky.

Everything appears because of so many coincidences. As the saying goes, there is no book without coincidence. In fact, many times the coincidences in real life are not necessarily less than those in novels or movies.

What makes me a little strange is that when Jessica heard that Shaq might hold a party, her mood suddenly became much better. Maybe this is Shaq's personal special charm. He does.

Always able to bring a happy atmosphere to those around you.

Jessica's makeup skills are indeed quite good. She carefully selected a Batman mask for me, and she put on a Catwoman mask herself, and then made Catwoman's signature pose in the movie.

When I came out, I couldn't help but laugh a little.

"It's getting late now, how do you know Shaq's party isn't over yet?"

I couldn't help but ask as I sat in the back seat of the car.

"The reason is very simple. Shaq's parties never end before three o'clock in the morning. You don't have to doubt whether his physical strength is enough. If you have seen him dancing on the stage all night long,

I won’t ask questions like this again.”

"Well, I have to say that he is really a crazy guy. As a teammate, I should actually remind him not to waste his body so much, but considering that this guy's physical talent is so high, he probably won't care at all.

Go and splurge on your body.”

"Well, yes, Shaq doesn't like others telling him what to do. He never cares much about people's criticism of him. No matter whether what you say makes sense or not, he will insist on going his own way."

The night view of Los Angeles is very beautiful, which also makes the little sleepiness I had just a while ago disappear without a trace. With Jessica driving the car myself, I can enjoy the scenery outside the window to my heart's content.

For many people in Los Angeles, nightlife has just begun.

"Jessica."

"What?"

"What would you think if your parents suddenly came back one day?"

"I also hope that one day, but my intuition and everything I have experienced force me to give up this idea."

"Do you really think they won't come back? You are left alone to face that whole room of ancient cultural relics. To be honest, those cultural relics are beautiful, but maybe if I let me stay there for a little longer,

You'll go crazy."

"They are not that scary. Although they are covered with traces of time, don't you think they are all like living creatures? They have their own stories and express them in some way. When you learn

Once you understand their language, you won't find it so difficult to stay around them."

"Have you learned their language?"

"Not yet. This kind of thing cannot be done in a short time. My parents have spent decades and have not been able to master much of this skill. They once told me that it requires talent."

"I think you should have this kind of talent."

"Maybe, but obviously this talent seems to be still sleeping now."

"Are you trying to awaken this gift?"

"It's too difficult, it's really too difficult. Many things require opportunities. When the opportunity comes, you can naturally do it. If the opportunity doesn't come, no matter how hard you try, it will be useless."

Jessica's house is about three blocks away from this backstreet dad's bar, but with her extremely skillful driving, it only took us less than a quarter of an hour to reach our destination.

To be honest, I didn't recognize anything about a bar from its sign at first. It looked so old and shabby, as if it had come from a world a century ago in a time machine.

"Stop being stunned and put on a mask."

Jessica got out of the car first. She wore a Catwoman mask and even got a Catwoman tail. Then she walked like Catwoman and walked the catwalk. To be honest, her posture was really cool.

People are fascinated.

After being slightly distracted, I also put on Batman's mask and black cape, followed Catwoman Jessica's footsteps and walked deeper into the bar.

This bar seems to be located deep underground. When we walked down the long stairs, we were always surrounded by people dressed in various clothes. They were old and young, fat and thin, but none of them were

With one exception, they all seemed to have a look of satisfaction on their faces.

"I really don't understand why Shaq would choose a place like this to hold a party. I think he had a better vision last time."

"I actually asked Shaq about this question before. What do you think he told me?"

Jessica showed a mysterious expression, and I shook my head to express that I couldn't guess.

"You are so boring, why don't you cooperate with me in guessing!"

Jessica pretended to be angry, but I knew very well that she was actually acting coquettishly.

"Okay, let me guess, the owner of this bar is familiar with him?"

Jessica shook her head.

"He used to come here often when he was in high school?"

Jessica continued to shake her head.

"Could it be that there is a particularly difficult girl in this bar, and Shaq always comes here to complete unfinished tasks because he has never succeeded?"

"You have such a big imagination. Of course this can't be the case. Girls who are willing to be chased by Shaq will have to wait in line for a long time. Think about it again!"

"I really can't guess that Shaq's brain circuit is completely different from ordinary people. If I could keep up with his way of thinking, I might be driven crazy by myself."

"He told me at the time that because this bar was the oldest place in Los Angeles, he liked the old feel. He said he was actually a very nostalgic person."

"Why don't I really believe it? Are you sure Shaq really told you that?"

As we were talking, we had already reached the depths of the bar. At this time, there were more and more people around, the environment became more and more noisy, and it became increasingly difficult to hear Jessica's voice talking to me clearly.

.

"You're right, this is a really good place for nostalgia, but what kind of nostalgia can Shaq have here?"

"I'm afraid you can only ask him this question in person."

Jessica spread her hands and took half a glass of whiskey from a waiter, and then drank it in one gulp without leaving a drop. I looked at her a little dumbfounded, that was whiskey!