"What? Never!" The exclamation of Cresey Balls came from the commentator's seat, and the teammates below looked at it.

"What are Barkley talking to Cresey?" Westbrook asked curiously.

"I don't know, maybe it's a live interview with TnT." Darren Collison said.

In the commentary seat—

"I will definitely not let anyone kiss me, my fart (harmonious) stocks!" (Damn it, are people in this world talking so straightforward?)

Cresey Balls's decisive approach.

Kenny Smith smiled, "Well, the bet will be cancelled."

"Slow!" Charles Barkley quickly stopped the gimmick. The gimmick couldn't end so simply. It was not only for the ratings, but also for the revenge he kissed the butt of the donkey named "Kenny" back then.

"Cresey, what do you think this bet can be replaced?" Barkley looked at Cresey, his eyes blinking constantly, and casting incomprehensible winks.

Cresey Barrs guessed that this Barkley must be trying to tease Kenny Smith.

He is not a good bird either. As long as he doesn't kiss his own (harmonious) stocks, it doesn't matter how he spoofs this bet.

"Do I do what I mean?" he asked.

"Think, of course, the bet is up to you." Barkley grinned.

Kenny Smith hurriedly said, "Hey, Cresey, I can take you to a fun place tonight, with fine wine, food, and beautiful girls, how about it?"

Barkley: "He's still a kid!"

Cresey was a little moved. He had not touched a woman since the first virtual reality world came out. Then he gave up the idea that this body had endless potential (he refers to the body itself, not the qualification to cultivate internal energy), and could not consume energy on a woman's belly.

"My brother, the guy named Russell Westbrook, has a cat in his house—" Cresey said suddenly.

"What?"

Charles Barkley and Kenny Smith were stunned at the same time, not understanding what consciousness this kid was talking about.

Then he heard Cresey Balls continue: "He named the cat Cresey-"

"I understand!" Barkley clapped his hands and laughed.

Kenny Smith smiled bitterly, but kissing the cat fart (harmony) stocks are always better than kissing the man fart (harmony) stocks.

"Male or female?" Barkley asked again.

Cresey Balls: "Female."

Charles Barkley: "Oh, that Kenny will love it."

Kenny Smith: "Shut up!"

...

"Where is this horse pedal?" Cresey Balls sat up naked on his upper body, feeling a little dizzy in his head. He was drunk yesterday.

I touched my head, but I didn’t have the headache of a hangover. Sobering up can also reflect the strength of my body.

"But the wine in this world is so strong!"

At yesterday's party, Mike Jordan came to him to chat. He told himself that if everyone meets in Charlotte, they will have more opportunities to communicate in the future and teach him many of his basketball skills.

Is this going to win over me?

Finding out the situation of the Charlotte Bobcats from my memory, Cresey shook his head, he wouldn't go to this team.

Although Jordan has a respected position in the basketball world, his ability to run the team is too "average". Moreover, when he went to the small club, he received much less attention than that in big cities.

How to go to nnetBa?

Cresey Balls suddenly appeared, and he seemed to be unable to decide where he was going. The draft was a chance for both the team and the players.

On the bedside table, he showed a Jordan business card. It seemed that he had booked this hotel for him.

Cresey was shocked and quickly lifted the quilt and looked at it. Fortunately, his lower body clothes were still there.

Relieved, got out of bed, and found his backpack in the corner.

He took out a clean dress from his backpack and took a casual shower in the hotel bathroom. There was still a big smell of alcohol on Cresey, "I really drank a lot yesterday. I don't know how others are doing now."

When I went downstairs for breakfast, my phone rang.

After the call was connected, Westbrook's voice came, and he was a little excited: "Hey, man, where did you play with Jordan yesterday? You won't want to go to the Bobcats, are you? Hey, did Jordan take you to see the big scene?" A series of questions were asked.

"Where did you guys go last night?" Cresey asked.

"Of course we went home. By the way, Nick Yang actually got a big (harmonious) stock girl. What did Jordan say to you yesterday? Man, although he is Jordan, don't you agree to him?"

"Don't worry, I didn't agree to anything. I drank too much and probably sent it to the hotel by him, and then I didn't know."

"Wow, aren't there any girls in your bed?" Westbrook smiled lewdly.

"You're thinking too much and there's nothing. By the way, your cat might have to lend me some of it."

"My Cresey? What do you want it for? Don't you hate it?"

"Shut up, I just hate its name."

"Hehe, I think it's good. What do you want to borrow it for?"

Cresey tells the bet between Charles Barkley and Kenny Smith.

West Brook laughed, "Wow, I think you should contribute your own farts (harmony) stocks."

"Fake! I'll go to your house to get the cat now."

"Okay OK... By the way, there is a celebration party in the school tonight. Are your clothes ready?"

"Sheit, I don't want to drink anymore."

"You still want to drink at the party organized by the school? The drinking age in California is 21."

...

A day later, the TnT "Basketball Front" program is broadcasting the final of NCAA the day before yesterday, and the exciting scenes of the final between the ucLa Bruins and the University of Florida Gators are constantly playing.

But this is just an appetizer.

Soon, the main course came.

Charles Barkley walked into the studio with a cat in his arms, first introduced the origin of the orange cat named Cresey, and then placed it on the table, "Kenny, stop hiding, come on. Cresey is already anxious."

However, "Cresey" doesn't seem to like Kenny Smith's approaching, and becomes restless...

After two claw marks on his face, Kenny finally kissed the butt of "Cresey", who was desperate.

Westbrook in front of the TV laughed loudly, "My Cresey is also famous this time!"
Chapter completed!