The meeting with the management and coaching staff gave Wei Xia a new understanding of the Lakers.

The waters of the wealthy family are as deep as the sea, and the two Bass brothers are fighting openly and secretly. The coaching team looks like Jenny's side, and there are still people who can't see the tendency at all.

For example, Mickey Kupchek, he thought at first that Kupchek and Bass were not on the same side, but at today's meeting, Kupchek's speech seemed to be interested in moving closer to Basss.

The teaching assistant team and trainers are all good people, and those guys who speak effectively refuse to live in harmony.

Before leaving, Wei Xia accepted an exclusive interview with Howard Baker, a reporter from Los Angeles Daily News.

He asked Wei Xia if he had any regrets when he came here today.

Wei Xia’s biggest regret is that the Lakers are disagreeing with each other.

Oh, this cannot be said.

He also regrets that Phil Jackson doesn't seem to like him very much.

Oh, this cannot be said.

Then let’s regret those who have not seen each other, such as Dr. Bass, who is famous, was not present today, and Kobe, who was not present either.

Based on this, Wei Xia replied that he felt regretful that he had not seen Dr. Bass and Kobe.

At the same time, he also regrets that the Lakers do not plan to sign up for the Summer League this summer.

The Summer League allows him to test his level well before the preseason training camp begins, it would be a pity not to participate.

Wei Xia visited Toyota Center for a visit and then left.

I haven't talked about signing in recent days. Since the Lakers don't participate in the summer league, Wei Xia has to focus more on summer special training.

July 2

Wei Xia was about to find a place to train, and Jim Bass called him to ask him out for fun.

It seems that Buss Jr. does regard him as his own person.

Little Bus sent someone to drive a special car outside Wei Xia's hotel. He didn't seem to have any reason to refuse. Before calling someone, Little Bus had already figured out his itinerary for the past few days. It was very clear that he had no plans now and where people who had not even settled their residence could be busy.

"Do I need to bring?" Wei Xia asked the person who came to carry him.

The driver said: "Mr. Bass said you're fine if you're here."

He changed into a formal-looking dress, which probably was no different from wearing garbage in the eyes of the Bath family.

"let's go."

In terms of talent, Bass may not be one-tenth of his father, but in terms of extravagance and pleasure, he has the style of his father.

Other rich people may just own a gorgeous villa, while he owns a small park-like manor.

When Wei Xia walked in with the driver, she felt that he did not belong here.

Especially when he saw that there were both an open-air swimming pool, an indoor gymnasium, golf, football field, and tennis courts in the manor, the scene inside the manor was beyond his imagination.

He built another person here, a person like him, who does not belong here.

Andrew Bynum, also a player that Buss Jr., fell in love with him early, and he entered Buss Jr. earlier than Weisha. Because the good reputation accumulated by high school players Garnett, Kobe, McGrady and others in the past few years were completely defeated, with his No. 1 pick-like physical talent and plasticity that are so high that they are younger than those of Korean plastic surgery hospitals, they should not be ranked tenth in the 2005 draft.

He is still under 18 years old and is learning how to deal with people around him like an adult.

Seeing Wei Xia approaching, he was almost as alert as in Bruce Lee's movie, shouting "Ah" (come to get you shit again).

"You don't really think I'll eat you, do you?"

It is rare to see a similar person in a land that does not belong to him. If you still refute the same person, it may make both of you unhappy.

"Why are you here?"

"If I could refuse, I wouldn't come." Wei Xia sat down calmly.

Bynum didn't expect Wei Xia's idea of ​​being half-forced to be brought here is consistent with him: "I'm... I don't know what to do here."

As soon as their communication window was progressing, someone came to unplug the "network cable".

"Two, Mr. Bass is waiting for you in the 'Prince House', please come with me." The hot black woman in a low-cut dress welcomed them in.

The so-called Prince's House is a place of various treasured objects. You can probably go to Wei Xia for half a month, as well as the best Malaysian and alcohol in the United States, and a multi-functional theater that seems to be able to on-demand any channel or any kind of movie.

What is it like to enjoy watching movies in such a place?

Wei Xia saw Little Bus sitting on the sofa, with a sexy woman like a cat wrapped around him.

Fortunately, their clothes were intact, otherwise Wei Xia would have been worried that Bynum's worldview would be broken.

Little Buss looks just overjoyed, and is closing his eyes and reveling in the wonderful experience brought by the medicine.

"gentlemen..."

"Shh..." The woman on Little Buss pressed her index finger on her red lips to signal Weisha and Bynum to quiet, allowing Little Buss to enjoy the moment quietly.

About half a minute passed.

"Visa, do you have any opinions about my sister?"

Yesterday, which bastard who did not recognize relatives said in front of his sister that "Visa" was the nickname of freckled Indiana hillbillies?

It is really impolite to evaluate an unfamiliar person without authorization.

Weisha sent Jenny Bass a good guy card: "She looks like a good guy."

"Good man?" Little Bus, who was still closed with his eyes, smiled disdainfully, "How can a serious woman like to hang out with an old man 15 years older than her? Don't believe her promises, she will never have any kindness to you."

Wei Xia believes that choosing a partner is everyone's freedom. It would be too hasty to determine that Jenny is not a good person because of this. It's like Wei Xia's college roommate Will Sheridan, who is gay, but Wei Xia will not think that he is not serious because of this. But he remembered Buss' warning.

Bass looked like he woke up from the effects of the medicine, at least he opened his eyes.

I hope he can see clearly who the person standing in front of him is, his two players, not subordinates who come and go as soon as they are called.

If he opened his mouth and said, "Why don't I remember that I invited you to my manor?" Wei Xia would be helpless.

"Don't be restrained, just sit down and treat yourself as your own home." Little Bus smiled.

Bynum regarded the sofa, which was so soft that it was even more soft than a woman, as a tiger bench.

Wei Xia never dared to treat such a luxurious room as his home.

"Sir, are you asking us for something?" Wei Xia asked.

"It's nothing, and I know you're fine now. I hope my invitation has not bothered you."

Did you see the little eyes of the underage who looked around everywhere and trembled from time to time? It says "troubled" and "very fucking trouble".

"You are my people." Little Buss declared ownership to slaves like a nobleman of the old era. "My scouts have followed you for two or three years, and I bet I know you better than your parents, and I even know what kind of girls you like."

If one day Wei Xia and Little Buss were closer, he would bet with Little Buss: He bet that Little Buss would not know him than his parents, and would not know what kind of girl he liked. From this he could prove that Little Buss was a bragging king who could not hold the door with his mouth open, although it was of no practical use.

"Your care makes me honored." Wei Xia transformed into a decent British gentleman, even his words were so particular.

The first adult rule learned by Bynum is to speak less if he can't speak, and to fully utilize the tactical idea of ​​"I am the same": "So too."

"It turns out that they are children raised by British people. I also hope to be as polite as you. Unfortunately, my father taught me the only truth since he was a child, that is, being rich is the truth." Little Bus said slutically, "Anyway, you have nothing to do now. Just do whatever you want to do here. There will be parties at night. You can enter and exit my manor at will in the future. Your face is the pass!"

Wei Xia thanked him, and Bynum followed.

Little Bus continued to be intoxicated in his own world, sucking Malaysia, lifting his idle hands from time to time to practice the ball. Is it a real man to do such a thing in front of a minor?

"Andrew, do you have any hobbies?" Weisha took the initiative to urge Bynum. "Mr. Bass' manor is so big, you will definitely find games that will interest you."

At this time, the game that Wei Xia was most interested in was how to escape from here.

But Mr. Bass said that there were partying at night, so he could not play the game he was most interested in for the time being. Since this was the case, it was also great to find an excuse to leave the Prince's House, which was not part of the Earthlings, and to deepen his understanding with Bynum.

"I...I will play bowling when I don't play basketball. I don't know if there is any here..."

"Andrew, I have everything here!"

Little Buss showed off his hands-held ball skills in person, his eyes were still closed, and I really hope he would never open it. Today's shocking glance has refreshed Wei Xia's understanding of the Bass family. If Little Buss's bad habits were learned from his father, then what an old hooligan would Dr. Bass, who has not shown up yet, be so angry?

"Sweetheart, take my little brother to the bowling alley and remember to meet all their needs and if they don't have fun, you know the consequences."

Little Bus said with an intoxicating smile that made the black hot girl who led Wei Xia and the others upside down.

"Will she really meet all our needs?"

On the way, Bynum asked Wei Xia in a low voice.

The sexy buttocks of black hot girls seem to be catching the childlike heart of underage.

Seeing Bynum moving, excited and a little nervous expression, Wei Xia teased him funnyly: "I hope your needs are non-restrictive."
Chapter completed!