nba championship predators

Chapter 466 Cook a Bowl of Plain Noodles

Chapter 466 Cook a Bowl of Plain Noodles

After defending the title, there will be a large-scale championship parade as usual.

After winning the fifth championship in his career, Zhao Kecai became the absolute protagonist in the championship parade.

When the entire Charlotte City fans shouted Zhao Ke's name and waved the trophy in their hands, Zhao Ke, a salted fish, finally felt his blood boil.

I am, the king of Charlotte!

"We're going to build a dynasty, now!"

Zhao Ke yelled this sentence over and over again, and also carnivaled with millions of fans, spraying champagne, throwing gifts, laughing, drinking high...

The next day, Zhao Ke was woken up by Scarlett Johansson's deadly chain button. His head was still aching, and his stomach was not feeling well.

"Big star, what's the matter? If not, can you let me go to sleep?"

"Come and open the door, or the paparazzi will come!"

Zhao Ke hastily tidied up the room, opened all the windows, and ran to open the door.

Not even a dog outside the door!

"Scarlett, your pranks are no fun at all!"

Angrily, Zhao Ke made a phone call to hunt down a certain big girl from Mi Li's family.

After such a toss, the wine is sober, and the stomach is even more noisy.

"Are you really going to open the door? Hahaha..."

One can imagine how the blue waves are rippling over the receiver...

"I hung up the phone, you smiled slowly."

Not wanting to go crazy with this old woman, Zhao Ke needs a bowl of sour plain noodles, and he has to do it himself.

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore. Get down to business, stingy!"

"Hurry up, I'm going to cook."

"Well, the premiere of "The Devil Wears Prada" will be on June 6, so why don't you walk the red carpet with me?"

"Don't go!"

"why?"

"I want to go back to Huaxia to accompany Qiao Rannuo. It's been a long time, I miss you so much!"

"Having the opposite sex has no humanity, hum!"

Scarlett Johansson hung up the phone angrily.

Zhao Ke shook his head, aren't you the opposite sex?

There was another strong contraction in my stomach, who will make me a bowl of plain noodles?

Lie for a while with your eyes closed.

Zhao Ke struggled to get up again, forget it, there is no one.

living comfortably without anybody's help.

The phone rang again.

Andre Iguodala?

This kid also woke up, it seems that he drank less than me.

"Andre, you will be cursed for calling to wake others up so early."

Zhao Ke said lazily.

"Boss, it's already afternoon."

It seems that Zhao Ke did drink a little too much.

"Boss, I want to ask for your opinion on something..."

Iguodala's tone was a little hesitant, and he said slyly.

"Want to venture outside?"

Zhao Ke covered his head and said helplessly.

"Hey, how do you know?"

"Most of my former teammates thought this way after winning the championship, because they felt that winning the championship with me was not challenging, it was too easy..."

Zhao Ke said proudly.

"Boss, which team do you think it would be better for me to go to?"

Iguodala didn't pick up his words, and the honest boy would not flatter.

"Let Diana Day help you connect with teams where point guards don't know how to run the offense. I know you're a playmaker in the skin of a shooting guard."

"Okay, I'll call her now! Boss, go back to sleep, yesterday you vomited..."

"Shut up! I didn't vomit yesterday, you were hallucinating, you were drunk!"

Zhao Ke became angry from embarrassment, can't you understand?

"Boss, you vomited a load!"

The upright boy quickly finished speaking and hung up the phone.

Zhao Keqi's liver hurts.

Hey, who will cook me a bowl of plain noodles?

After playing dead for 10 minutes, his increasingly noisy stomach woke him up again.

Alas, do it yourself, have enough food and clothing.

Zhao Ke struggled to get up and went to boil water.

The phone rang again.

David West?

"David, do you want to say goodbye to me?"

Zhao Ke asked straight to the point.

Cut the mess with a sharp knife, hurry up and finish cooking the noodles, pantothenic acid in the stomach.

"Boss, actually..."

This reminiscence of the past is so long, and another ten minutes have passed.

Zhao Ke fell down again.

God, send someone to cook me a bowl of noodles!

David West finished.

David Lee hit.

David Lee finished.

Korver hit.

If you want to go, just go, can you let me go?

One phone call followed, and an hour passed.

Zhao Ke lay on the bed, feeling weak all over.

I'm probably the only FMVP starving to death at home right?

At this time, the phone rang again.

Zhao Ke really didn't want to answer it, and after waiting for a long time, it still kept ringing.

Pick it up and have a look:

Qiao Rannuo!

finished calf...

"Why didn't you answer my call?"

"Would you believe me if I said it was because I was starving to death?"

"I believe!"

"Nonuo, you are the best..."

"Well, come and open the door, I'll cook noodles for you."

Zhao Ke suddenly felt full of strength and rushed to open the door.

Not even a dog outside the door.

"Nonuo, you've learned badly..."

Zhao Ke leaned against the door frame, then slid down to the floor like noodles, and said weakly.

"You really went to open the door! Hahaha..."

These women all have the same style of painting today!

These annoying little goblins!

"By the way, I'm going to eat hot pot. You can cook noodles quickly. It's going to be dark over there, isn't it?"

Sure enough, it was getting dark, and Zhao Ke was speechless.

"By the way, before you go back to China, you should go to the premiere with Scarlett. No matter what, you were woken up by her kiss. Be grateful."

Zhao Ke rolled his eyes.

Girl, you have such a big heart!

Zhao Ke turned on the TV and turned off the phone.

Now, no one can stop me from cooking a bowl of plain noodles!

Boil water first.

Russ Granik has withdrawn Allen Iverson's retirement application?

Well, it should be.

Comcast announces firing of Billy King?

Great joy, great revenge will be avenged!

Well, eat a big bowl of noodles.

Before the water was boiled, the doorbell rang.

What kind of evil did I do!

Zhao Ke opened the door with class hatred on his face, but he was not fooled this time.

There is a puffing Joe Boss.

"Boy, turning off your phone is not a good habit!"

Boss Qiao sat on the sofa with a cigar in his hand, and sprayed a cloud.

"Uh, the battery is out."

Zhao Ke brought Boss Qiao a can of iced Coke.

On this hot day, Boss Qiao's shiny head was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"The draft will be held on June 6, help me see if there are any good seedlings?"

Boss Qiao took a sip of Coke and handed over a stack of materials.

"Michael, David and the others are leaving."

Zhao Ke kindly reminded.

"Well, I know, just called me."

Boss Qiao said calmly.

Seeing the black question mark on Zhao Ke's face, he explained:

"The team wants to renew Gerrard in advance, and it also needs to leave salary space for you and Chris. It can't give them a maximum salary. And the team can't give them more ball rights, which will affect their development. It's better to let them go and not delay each other."

Rarely, this is an enlightened Joe boss.

"Michael, can you let me take a look at the information first, how about I give you an answer tomorrow?"

Zhao Ke felt that he might faint at any moment.

Boss Joe, how about going to the nightclub to smoke a cigar?

(End of this chapter)