nba championship predators

Chapter 637

Zhao Ke was woken up by the continuous calls.

I regret that I didn't turn off my phone last night, even if it is switched to silent mode, the vibration is tolerable if it doesn't work...

But no, the phone is still playing the theme song of "Soldier Assault" endlessly, impassioned and tear-jerking...

Zhao Ke covered his head with a quilt.

He just didn't want to reach out for the mobile phone that was so close at hand, he was too sleepy.

Last night, in order to accommodate the weak Zhao Ke, the Memphis Grizzlies stayed in Charlotte for another night, mainly because they were afraid that he would vomit.

Zhao Ke clenched his eyes fiercely, but it was useless. The private soldier Xu Sanduo who was rolling on the horizontal bar kept flashing in front of his eyes, and his mind became more and more clear...

Forget it, get up!
Kicking off the quilt, turning over, picking up the phone, pressing the answer button, and lying down again.

Before the lazy "Hello" came out, Iverson's roar came out from the receiver:
"Zhao Ke, are you a brother!"

"What's the matter, Ellen?"

"Fake oil, why are you sick so you don't even hide it from me?"

"Alan, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. I'm fine. What's wrong with me?"

"Fart, now the whole world knows that you have yips, why are you still hiding it from me, are you a brother?"

"Damn it, what kind of horse-yip syndrome?"

Zhao Ke sat up.

He had heard of Rao Shiziyip disease. In a few years, a No. [-] pick named Fultz who claimed to be worse than Greg Oden would be rumored to have this disease by the unscrupulous media.

The reason was that he squatted on the ground to tie his shoelaces, and when he stood up, he had an epileptic-like convulsion, which caused his body to fall back and almost fell.

There is a "truth emperor" who analyzes the picture frame by frame and concludes that it is yip syndrome.

Later, the media widely publicized that Fultz had Ipp disease and could no longer shoot.

Of course, in the end, after complicated medical tests, the possibility of Yip syndrome was ruled out. It was another disease, the weirdest injury in NBA history-Nervous Thoracic Outlet Syndrome.

Although the disease is not as hopeless as yip syndrome, it is also terrifying. It took Fultz nearly a year to treat and recover before returning to the game...

How the hell didn't I know I had Ipsy?
"Alan, who did you listen to?"

"Now all the media is saying that, you kid, stop pretending!"

"Alan, do you believe me or those bitches who are talking about running trains?"

"Of course I believe you! I said, are you really not sick?"

"Not really!"

"you swear!"

"Alan, have you watched too many Qiong Yao dramas?"

"Shenma Qiongyao drama?"

"That's not the point, the point is that I'm really not sick. How about next time we meet, I'll swipe more than 100 points on your head to prove it?"

"That's not necessary, of course I believe in you, which one of us is with the other. However, if you are sick, you must be treated, and you must not shy away from the doctor..."

"Get lost!"

Zhao Ke hung up the phone rudely, seeing that you can speak idioms, why don't you go to heaven?
Looking through the missed calls, Wang Zhizhi, Yao Bi, Yi Jianlian, Marbury, Larry Hughes, Iguodala, Korver, David West, Scarlett Johansson, China Basketball Association...

There are actually more than 30!
Zhao Ke couldn't help but sigh, this mobile phone battery is so good...

Send a group message to all missed calls:

I'm fine, don't worry!

Suddenly thought of something, Zhao Ke looked through the call log again carefully.

No, there is really no Qiao Rannuo.

Qiao Rannuo was training with him, so he naturally knew that the news was nonsense, but it was too calm.

It's been two days since I drank on the first day, and Zhao Ke didn't say hello to Miss Qiao, and there was no movement there, it's so abnormal!
Zhao Ke dialed the phone, and after only two rings, the call was connected.

Qiao Rannuo's voice came over:

"Big star, you finally came back from the cat girl's gentle hometown?"

Zhao Ke rolled his eyes.

who is it?

How dare you spread rumors to me!

Zhao Ke squeezed his throat and said:
"Why do you defile people's innocence out of thin air like this? A gentleman is always poor. How can a virgin matter be considered stealing..."

Qiao Rannuo didn't hold back, he burst out laughing, and said angrily:

"Aren't you ashamed of your open mouth?"

Zhao Kekou said floweryly:

"I'm kind, I don't harm anyone..."

Qiao Rannuo interrupted him and said with a smile:
"Zhao Ke, Aunt Situ is laughing at you, I'm using the speakerphone!"

Zhao Ke heard Situ Minyi laughing over there and said:
"I didn't hear anything. The young couple are chatting. I'll make a cup of tea and listen slowly."

Zhao Ke has black lines all over his head.

Your old man still makes a cup of tea and listens slowly, I am a hand of Tianqiao Duanzi with seven paragraphs for a penny?
Qiao Rannuo chuckled, and said:

"The reporter from Mi Li's family is treating you again. Have you read the news?"

Zhao said politely:

"This group of souls are weak, but they just don't want to see me well! Baba spread rumors about me, even the Basketball Association was alarmed, and they called me..."

"You're a big shot now!"

"Don't dare, I'm just a little boy who doesn't want to work hard..."

Situ Minyi's hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone.

Zhao Ke said awkwardly:
"Auntie, didn't you go to make tea?"

Situ Minyi's voice came from afar:

"Well, I'll go now, you young couple chat."

There is no way to cook this phone call.

Zhao Ke put down the phone and got up to get something to eat.

After washing, open the door.

Greg Oden stood at the door like a goalkeeper, still maintaining a knocking posture.

Zhao Ke nodded and let him in.

This kid has a bit of conscience, knowing to come to comfort me.

Auden sat down on the sofa, took out his mobile phone, clicked on a piece of news, and gestured to Zhao Ke:

"Boss, they said that you have Ippy syndrome, I laughed so hard, wow Kaka..."

Nuo Da's body, like a black worm, writhed on the sofa, out of breath from laughing.

The corner of Zhao Ke's mouth twitched:
"Greg, is it that funny?"

Aldendo gasped and said:
"Yes, there must be, I have been laughing next door all morning, ouch, I laughed to death..."

Zhao Ke didn't want to pay attention to this psychopath.

Picking up the phone and starting to read the news, it turned out that the overwhelming "Truth Emperor" seemed to be really terminally ill, there was no cure, and he was about to be forced to retire.

All Mi Li's media are filled with a kind of uncontrollable joy.

If it wasn't for saving face.

These souls are afraid that the sky will be full of gongs and drums, and firecrackers will be blared to celebrate Zhao Ke's retirement!

Zhao Ke sighed:
"It's all my fault. From this point of view, I have brought too much pressure to this country that they shouldn't have to bear in this era..."

Auden said suddenly:
"Boss, why don't we record a video of your shooting practice and post it online?"

Zhao Ke frowned and said:
"Not recorded!"

Auden advised again:

"Boss, don't make trouble, how good it is to record a video and slap them in the face, it's okay to vote for two!"

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(End of this chapter)