Reborn My Name Is Kobe

Shortly after the game, I was blocked at the door by Shaq as I walked out of the locker room after changing my clothes.

"What's the matter?"

I looked at this guy in confusion.

"I admit that your performance in the game today was quite good, but the bet between us still holds true. Didn't you look at the scoreboard? In the end, I seemed to have scored 40 points and 20 rebounds."

"ah?"

I was really a little stupid now. I had been immersed in the memories of today's outstanding performance in the game, but I actually forgot to look at Shaq's statistics. Did he really get 40 points and 20 rebounds?

?

"It seems we have a bet."

I said a little guilty.

"Forget it, since you passed me two good balls today, I won't ask you to do anything too extreme, but tonight I will be in the most famous nightclub in Los Angeles.

To hold a PARTY, my request is very simple. Just come over and celebrate with everyone."

Just when I was thinking about how to refute this guy, his huge figure had already walked far away. In the end, he didn't forget to turn around and remind me again to come as early as possible.

I looked at his leaving back in a daze. I didn’t know what I was thinking. It wasn’t that I was considering whether to go or not. After all, I would definitely go if I was willing to admit defeat, but I really didn’t understand this guy Shaq.

Why did the attitude suddenly become so friendly? Well, even if Shaq and Kobe are two different people, we still have to fight together for many years. It is good to try to maintain a good relationship with Shaq.

Bar.

I looked at the watch on my hand. It was already 8pm US time. This guy didn’t tell me which nightclub it was. He seemed to just tell me it was the most famous nightclub in Los Angeles. Damn me.

How do you know which nightclub in Los Angeles is the most famous?

Forget it, just take a taxi there. Since it is the most famous nightclub in Los Angeles, these experienced drivers must know it very well.

An hour later, I walked out of the taxi wearing casual clothes. A huge nightclub neon sign appeared in front of me, with several large English letters written on it: Playhouse.

I'm not entirely sure this is the most famous nightclub in Los Angeles as Shaq said, but I can only choose to believe a group of veteran taxi drivers in Los Angeles.

If it wasn't here, I wouldn't be too lazy to look for it. I would just go home later. If the fat man asked me, I would tell the truth. I couldn't find it. Isn't this a good enough reason?

When I first walked to the door of the nightclub, I saw a familiar figure. This figure was not Shaq, but the wretched uncle with a mustache, Byron Scott. He was wearing a rather fancy suit.

Wearing clothes, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and having a lively chat with a blonde girl with long legs.

I shook my head. It seemed that I had found the right place. I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Should I be happy or sad about this? But since I am an American now, of course I can no longer care as much as I did in my previous life.

There are so many things. As a human being, shouldn’t you have fun when it’s time to have fun?

I chose a bar with few people to sit down, and then ordered a cocktail. The noise around me was quite noisy, and the waiters were all blonde girls. They were pretty good-looking, even better than the cheerleading girls at Staples Stadium.

Even more eye-catching.

"Can I sit here?"

When I was in a daze holding a wine glass, a female voice came and pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Of course no problem."

I tried my best to act like a gentleman, but soon her charming big eyes made me distracted again. The reason why this happened was because she looked very much like someone I particularly liked in my previous life.

She is an American female star, but it’s embarrassing to say that until the end of my previous life, I didn’t even know the name of the female star I liked.

I looked away from her with some embarrassment, and turned to look for that guy Shaq. Didn't he say he would hold a grand party here? Then where did he, the leading actor tonight, go?

Already?

"You are Kobe, the rookie of the Los Angeles Lakers this year. You know, we are all looking forward to your performance. Don't care about the ranking in the draft. Well, except for Iverson, you are definitely better than other players before you."

excellent."

"I'll just assume that you are complimenting me. Will you also come to watch the game?"

"Of course, my girlfriend and I bought Lakers home tickets for the entire year, with Shaq

By joining the Lakers with you, we see hope for the Purple and Gold Dynasty to rise again, and we believe you can do it."

I suddenly found that there were many guys claiming to be Lakers fans around me, and the blond beauty sitting next to me just now was smiling at me, and then she made a somewhat surprising suggestion.

A request I expected.

"Can you sign it for me?"

The blonde beauty took out a lipstick from somewhere, and then took off her already cool vest. Wearing only her underwear, she turned her back and motioned for me to sign my name on her.

On the snow-white back.

My head felt a little dizzy, and the sight of the snow-white back made me a little panicked. It wasn't until I finished signing with lipstick that my mind slowly came back to reality, and the cheers kept coming from around me.

"Lakers championship!"

"Lakers championship!"

Then the lights in the entire nightclub suddenly dimmed, and the surrounding voices suddenly became quiet. A bunch of fast-moving stage lights suddenly appeared not far away. The light swayed for a moment and then stopped in darkness.

On something black.

"Damn, I was shocked, it turned out to be him."

I saw Shaq turn around and jump 180 degrees. Like a magician, he took out a hat and a long stick from somewhere. At this time, he was dancing and dancing.

He was humming some kind of rap song, and his feet were flexibly dancing in a fast-paced dance similar to tap dancing.

It's really hard for you to connect his huge body with lightness, but this is one of the most surprising things about this guy. As bursts of fireworks exploded, the fog produced suddenly covered Shaq's figure.

It was covered up.

The light flickered out and then came on again, but the figure of Shaq could still be seen nowhere.

Just when everyone around was looking left and right for Shaq's figure, they saw the guy falling from the sky, jumping from the roof of the nightclub, and doing a perfect somersault before landing.

There is something! I couldn’t help but sigh.

The cheers around me reached its peak in an instant, and I was infected by this strong atmosphere of joy. I then lowered my head and took a swig of red wine from the glass.