The Rest, Only Noise

On February 6, Louis took Lorraine and set off for Seattle with the team.

This year's All-Star Game kicked off at the King's Dome in Seattle, and the Knicks have four All-Stars selected.

"Coach, are you going to let us play a few more minutes?" Wilson asked with a smile.

McHale said disgustedly: "How can you let a coach do such a thing? Don't you know that our coach is the most fair person in the world?"

"If any of you have a chance to win the AMVP, I will definitely give you this opportunity to fight for the trophy." Louie was open about it.

They arrived in Seattle with a group of reporters outside the airport.

Louie has a hard time avoiding these necessary interviews.

He was hit in the face by the reporter's microphone and asked to say a few words.

Louis looked at them, not knowing what to say, after all he came with Lorraine. Lorraine didn't want to linger too long at the airport.

"Just ask if you want to know anything." Louie said with a smile, "I'll try my best to answer."

The reporter delayed Louis for ten minutes.

In the end, he and Lorraine took a taxi and headed to the hotel prepared by the organizer.

In the hotel, Lorraine carefully retouched his makeup.

"It's beautiful enough, didn't you realize that the rate of return you just walked into the hotel from the outside was more than 90%?" Louis looked from behind, Lorraine's curve was very good, especially the one... He has tested countless times. peach.

"Why not 100%?" Lorraine asked arrogantly.

Louie replied wisely: "You have to accept that there are some blind people in this world who don't know that the most beautiful woman on earth is by their side."

"Do you really think so?" Lorraine asked.

"Well," Louis walked behind her and moved his hands and feet consciously, "you are definitely the most beautiful woman in the world."

Lorraine turned around. It had been almost half a year since she was pregnant with her second child. Her belly was obviously bulging.

Although Louie once swore that he wouldn't have feelings for pregnant women, he found a reasonable way.

You know, in the adult world, there's a kind of knowledge called late strikers.

"Then do you think...I can be an actor?"

Lorraine was interested in acting, Louie knew it, but he always thought it was like he was interested in the history of tertiary films and pornography, and that interest generally didn't invest much.

"...I support everything you do, but what about your studies at NYU?" Louis asked.

Hearing this, Lorraine was a little ashamed to say it.

After all, this opportunity was won by Louis for her, and she knew that Louis owed a favor for it. But now, she is pregnant again, when the second child comes out, her studies will definitely be put on hold again. She had been wasted for many years, and her enthusiasm for law has gradually disappeared.

Seeing her embarrassed, Louis reassured: "No matter what you want to do, I will support you. I just hope you will think about it clearly. If you decide, just do it. My child and I support you."

Lorraine smiled happily: "I have a nice stage name for myself."

"What's it called?" Louis was about to ask to the end when the hotel's phone rang.

Louie turned to answer the phone.

"Hey."

"Lu, it's business!"

This voice, this tone, this every day is like a chicken blood, as if drinking too high, among the people Louis knows, only Elgin Baylor has it.

"Tell me about it." Louis laughed.

"San Antonio wants to trade John Dawkins for Manute."

"One for one?" Louis asked.

Baylor replied, "Yes."

"Aren't they sick?" Louis had an impression of Dawkins, a puffy dual-energy guard, that is, with good combat power, but the current league is an era where giants are above everything else.

Although Bol only protects the rim, he has achieved the level of the top two in the league.

"Not only that, of course, but they're willing to send a first-round pick in 1990 and a second-round pick in 1991."

Louie remembers the Spurs' acquisition of David Robinson in the late '80s, and Robinson was the kind of out-of-the-box force that completely changed the team.

That said, the Spurs' '90s draft picks are worthless.

"What's their phone number? Let me talk to them," Louie said.

Baylor reported the phone.

"Is there another job?" Lorraine hated Louie's colleague, and every time he picked a very inappropriate node to call.

Louis smiled embarrassedly: "No way, I get two wages after all."

The Spurs' general manager is Bob Buss, a veteran operator in professional basketball.

He was the general manager of the ABA in 1971 and the general manager of the Spurs in 1979.

He belongs to the budget-conscious type of manager who mainly serves the boss.

The boss doesn't want to spend money, so he dismantles the team and reduces expenses.

The boss wanted a better record and played in the playoffs, so he started to make trades to reinforce. This kind of person is usually not the scourge of the team, but it is difficult to be a good player.

"Is that Mr. Bob Bass?" Louie laughed, "I'm LittleLu."

On the other side of Bass, when he heard it was Louie calling, he immediately paid attention: "Coach Lu, you must have heard that we want Manute Bol, and we are willing to shoot young players and draft picks, I don't know about you. how about?"

"Bob, I'm sure you guys are trading in good faith, and I'll admit that John Dawkins is a good player, but he's in an awkward position."

Louie made a phone call and found Lorraine **** her and carefully examining her figure.

Everything is perfect except for the belly.

"What's wrong?" Lorraine asked.

Louie pointed at his lower abdomen dissatisfied: goblin, look at what you did, my second brother was awakened by you!

"Oh, I see."

Lorraine approached Louis like a succubus.

"Coach Lu... are you still there?"

"Uh, yes." Louie's brain stopped, he didn't know what he just said.

Probably everyone has this experience. Sometimes, you are doing something in the room, and suddenly you want to go to another room to get something. On the way to get it, I was interrupted by something, such as noticing a program on TV, hearing someone say something funny next to me, or suddenly wanting to understand a certain TV show I watched before. A major turning point in the plot of the month. No matter what it was, I just arrived at the room I was going to, but I couldn't remember what it was for.

The reason why Louis forgot his lines was very simple, just because of the beauty in front of him and her unruly behavior.

"You said John Dawkins was embarrassing to you..."

"Yeah...it's embarrassing..." Louis widened his eyes and realized...

Louis had to try not to see Lorraine, he picked up the phone and lay on the bed to make things easier.

"We've got John Stockton, Dale Ellis, Tyler Corbin, Benjamin Wilson, Jeff Hornacek, Dale Curry . . . I really don't need Dawkins..."

"That's right." Bass said embarrassedly, "But the only young player we can match with Manute's salary, that is, the young player with the right fighting strength, is John Dawkins."

In his opinion, if the Knicks can't accept the deal for draft picks, the Spurs are all but out of the game.

"Actually... the supplement we want most is the insider." Louis resisted, "The trade for Manute is not because we don't need him, but because he wants a better development environment, so if you If Ken takes out a good insider in exchange, we can make a deal."

Hearing this, Bass hesitated, "Well, let's count it up and wait for my call back."

"Okay, I can't ask for it!"

If Bass was a little more sensitive, he would think Louie was on drugs, and his mood was a little abnormal.

Bass finally hung up.

Louie put the phone aside and yelled, "You're absolutely insane, didn't you know I was just at work!"

After a while, it disintegrates in a confined space that can melt anything.

Louise lay on the bed helplessly.

"What's the matter, like a Coochohloh." Lorraine often used this word to address the children in the family.

Louis felt that the child did fit into his current state.

It took a long time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he learned that the word in Italian means puppy...

"It's nothing... It's just that after being frivolous by some crazy woman, I feel that life is like this." Louis suddenly had a great wish, "Let me die in bed."

Lorraine rinsed his mouth and joked, "Your wish will definitely come true in a few decades."

"Is it too long?"

Louie decided to stay in his current position and wait for Bass' call back.

Suddenly, he remembered what Lorraine said about giving himself a stage name.

"Malena, you haven't told me yet, what is your stage name?"

"!￥!%@%" She was rinsing her mouth.

"what?"

She rinsed her mouth again, returned to the room and whispered, "Monica Bellucci."