The rest is just noise

Chapter 1361 Elated

boston airport

A tall, burly white man wearing sunglasses walked out of the airport.

"Wow, how tall are you?"

Here comes another one!

"six……"

"You are definitely over 6 feet 8 tall!" This familiar person asked again, "Do you play basketball?"

"Yes, he plays basketball."

Behind them, another person said.

"No wonder, which university is it from?"

"Haha, we are from Europe."

The people accompanying him said to the big man: "Deyang, let's go."

Dejan Bodiloga's first impression of the United States was no different from his hometown.

People here are just as superficial, they will be attracted by his height, and then they will yell at him and immediately guess that he plays basketball.

“I really shouldn’t be here on vacation!” Bodilloga complained. “It’s not much better than Spain!”

The person accompanying him smiled and asked: "I also want to know why you suddenly want to come to the United States for vacation."

Bodiloga was startled and said: "My idea is that taking a vacation is not just a vacation, there are games to watch here."

This is indeed Bodiloga's true thoughts. The bastard on the Internet named him for being unmotivated... He doesn't take it seriously at all, and he will not choose to come to the United States to play ball because of that person.

What a joke, he just signed a three-year contract with Real Madrid last year with an annual salary of one million US dollars. Now he has to buy out his contract if he wants to go to the NBA. How much will it cost?

What's more, the team that holds the right to sign him is a team called the Kings. The most powerful thing about this team is this name, and the rest are not worth mentioning.

Only bad teams that are not the Kings will be named after the Kings.

No matter how you look at it, logging into the NBA is not a reasonable option.

"When did you care so much about the NBA?" a classmate asked playfully.

Bodiloga said calmly: "The finals are still different."

"Well, I thought you really didn't take the NBA seriously."

In the impression of his companions, Bodilloga is a person who thinks above his head. He thinks he is the best player in the world, even if he is not playing in the NBA.

Bodiloga said: "The Lakers' Benjamin Wilson game is worth watching."

"Do you still know Benj?"

"We fought against each other in the Olympics last year."

"what's the result?"

Bodiloga fell silent.

"How about it?"

The companion smiled evilly and said: "If you don't tell me, I will just think about it."

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Bodilloga said helplessly, "I was not in good shape that night, so I couldn't restrain Benjamin, so naturally I couldn't beat the American team."

His companions only felt that Bodilloga was too arrogant, because the gap between Yugoslavia and the American team was no longer something they could make up by restricting Benj.

"Okay, let's find a place to eat."

Bodiloga and his companions found a fast-food restaurant that looked like McDonald's.

The waiters are very friendly and have an accent similar to theirs.

"Looking at your accent, are you also a foreigner?"

The waiter replied: "Hello sir, I am a Serbian from Maryland."

Bodilloga's companion smiled bitterly. Fortunately, Bodilloga couldn't understand what he was saying, otherwise he would have had to correct him. Americans are Americans, don't talk about where they are from.

This seems to be a habit of Americans. As we all know, they are a country of immigrants, and their citizens come from all over the world. Except for some banana people, these people basically have considerable confidence in their own culture, so they will not introduce it to others.

Emphasize that you are an American.

This sounds ridiculous to a person like Bodilloga, who is full of national pride. What he hates most is that these Americans who claim to be from such and such a place can actually not find their ancestral home on the map.

It was the hotel at this time, and there were many guests in the restaurant. Almost all of them were talking about last night's game. For a while, the atmosphere in the restaurant felt like being at a football match.

One of the tables started to mutter: "Obviously we could compete with the Lakers in the regular season, but we were beaten in the finals and were unable to fight back. What are the coaching staff doing?!"

"It's not because Karl Malone is too weak! He has no dominance at all in front of Kevin Garnett!"

"No, the problem is Grant Hill, he's a waste!"

Fans, you say something, I say something, and we start to share the blame.

Bodiloga frowned when he heard this: "What are they talking about?"

"We are discussing last night's game." My companion laughed.

Bodiloga asked unexpectedly: "Last night's game?"

"You still said you wanted to watch the Finals. Didn't you even watch last night's game? The Lakers defeated the Celtics in Boston and are now leading 3-0. If we are lucky, maybe

It would be nice to see the Lakers break the curse on the road."

Bodi Loga can at least win one game for the Celtics.

Now it seems that that bastard was right, this year's Lakers are very strong.

After a while, the waiter brought what they ordered.

Then two things happened that Bodiloga couldn't accept.

Obviously they ordered ordinary portions of pizza and drinks, but what the waiter brought them was an extra-large portion of pizza and two large bottles of Coke that looked like enough to fill them both up.

Bodilloga glared at his companion: "Lorenzo, is this a normal lunch you ordered? Why the hell did you become an American and become a different person, so wasteful?"

His companion exclaimed unjustly: "I swear, I ordered a normal-sized lunch!"

In order to prove his innocence, he also called the waiter and asked him to testify for himself.

Bodilloga had to accept the fact that the two large portions of pizza and two large bottles of drinks placed in front of them were normal portions by American standards.

People were leaving the restaurant one after another, and without exception, there was leftover food on the table. Of course, there were also people who packed away the leftover food, but in Bodiloga's hometown, this behavior was very shameful.

He didn't want to waste it, nor did he want to lose face, so he bit the bullet and ate up his share.

On the other hand, his companion only ate less than half of the meal before he took the fight-free card.

The total meal for the two of them cost less than $15.

When Bodilloga's companion was about to generously tip an extra $5 to the waiter, Bodilloga stopped him.

"De Yang, this is their rule!" said the companion.

Bodi Luojialeng said: "What a pig shit rule! I have never heard of the rule that you have to give 30% more as a tip for each purchase. Even if there is this rule, it is enough for you to leave so much leftovers, so just let

Take these leftovers as a tip!”

At this moment, the companion truly realized that Bodiloga might not be ready to come to the United States.

Otherwise, he would at least know that in the United States, tips for promising sports stars like him start at a few hundred dollars.

Of course, he definitely disagrees, but this is one of the rules of American society. If you don't follow the rules, you will inevitably be despised and laughed at.

After that, Bodiloga and his companions found a hotel closer to the Fleet Center to check in, but discovered an embarrassing thing. The tickets for Game 4 had been sold out, and the tickets for the outermost mountain top tickets had been sold to five times the original price.

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Originally, Bodiloga planned to stay in the hotel and watch the live broadcast on TV, but his companions felt that if you come to the United States to watch the finals, but choose to watch the TV broadcast in the hotel because the tickets are too expensive, then come here

Is this trip to the United States in vain? Can’t you watch it at home?

Bodiloga said that what he said made sense, but he would rather die than pay five times the price for a ticket to the top of the mountain.

Seeing that Dejan Bodilloga was about to become the Grandet of professional basketball, the American friend who had trashed him online actually contacted him and gave him two close-up tickets.

When Bodiloga was about to pay the price of a mountaintop ticket to the friend who had been trolling him on the Internet for months, the other party refused.

Bodiloga looked at these two valuable tickets and fell into deep thought.

Who is that person?

Why is he so generous?

Is this what Americans are?

Huh, even if he is so generous, he can't get his forgiveness. It's just a cheap reputation damage fee at best.

That night, Bodilloga ordered a fried chicken and Coke and watched the recording of Game 3 of the finals with his companions.

The first quarter and a half of the game didn't really appeal to Bodiloga. He admitted that no team in Europe could compete with Hukai, but that was a team gap, not a personal gap.

Then, when the Lakers put up a lineup of Kobe, Liu Yuqing, Wilson, Tragedy, and Garnett, their game changed drastically.

If the movement of people is an art, then the movement of the ball is a masterpiece of heaven and earth. The tragic player used his basketball intelligence to show the upper limit of "beautiful basketball" at this stage.

"If 'Zhaoji' (The Tragedy Master) was a few years younger, this Lakers team would be terrible."

Bodiloga's companion said after reading it.

Bodiloga's heartbeat was beating rapidly. He was like an old bookworm at the beginning who accidentally saw the best novel in his life, imagined himself as the protagonist, and thought he could do better.

Then, reality soon gave him a heavy blow.

Want to go to the Lakers to replace the tragedy? Dream! Not to mention that buying out the current contract will cost millions of dollars, and his NBA signing rights are still in the hands of the Kings. Lakers? Don’t even think about it!

At this thought, Bodiloga was like a frustrated ball and angrily turned off the recording.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just don't want to watch it, the NBA is just like that!" Bodilloga's anger was palpable.

The companion was secretly speechless, thinking, what kind of stimulation is this?

He didn't think much about it.

Because Bodiloga is such a person, a little willful, a little bad-tempered, and a little stubborn.

(End of chapter)