I am Really an Insider

　　　　 Wayne looked at the text messages on the phone, telling the truth, a little panicked.

　　 Twist the boundary of this place, it's not like the college town of Stillshui City, or the big country of Indianapolis.

　　 Those two places are relatively simple, but here is a mixed bag, there are everyone.

　　 As everyone knows, the Pacers and the New York Knicks are mortal enemies.

　　 In the 1990s, the two teams met several times in the playoffs, and each time it was sparked.

　　 New Yorkers always feel that they are in a big city, always have a honey superiority to the Pacers, and often insult the Pacers players with the term "hillies".

　　 Although the last time the two sides met in the playoffs, it is already a millennial event.

　　 However, in recent years, the hatred between the fans and the teams on both sides has not been completely diluted.

　　 Until now, Reggie Miller can also rank in the top five most hated players by New York fans.

　　Be confident, top three!

　　 It shouldn't be because he was selected by the Pacers, so an extreme New York fan threatened it!

　　 But... this Nima is too bold to make a phone call?

　　 Wayne was curious, so he called.

　　 Is it possible that he can come along the phone line and cut me down?

　　 Then there was a hoarse voice on the phone: "Yo, Wei! Haha, you really called, do you know who I am?"

　　 "How do you know my phone number?" Wayne did not answer the question, instead he threw a question to the other party.

　　 "I asked for Larry Bird. Isn't this a matter of minutes?"

　　 Wayne: "???"

　　Can a New York fan ask Larry Bird for his phone number?

　　 is obviously impossible.

　　 So, according to his voice and tone...

　　 "I'm Ron, yes, the best defensive player last season was me. At the same time, I am also your future big brother.

　　I've all come to New York, don't you want to meet your future brother in advance? "

　　 Sure enough, an epoch-making man, he appeared!

　　 Speaking of it, this is the first time Wayne has contact with Pacers teammates.

　　 "Uh...Of course, Ron, thank you for inviting me out." Of course, the great socialist Wayne would not refuse Artest's kind invitation.

　　 Badges are not badges, and the fetters are not fettered... The main reason is to improve the relationship between teammates.

　　 Have a better relationship with Artest now, and it’s easy to persuade him during the Auburn Hills incident.

　　 Unite all the forces that can be united, and it is easier to mix in the team.

　　 "Well, then we will go to the tennis bar tomorrow afternoon. The US Open is about to start, and the tennis court must be lively.

　　 I said, you should know tennis, right? "

　　 "Um... know a little, know a little." Wayne responded awkwardly. In fact, his understanding of tennis is limited to the basic rules.

　　 "Then, come to see me in the Queensbridge area tomorrow...Forget it, I'm afraid your kid will cross the street. Don't go to the Queensbridge area, we will meet at Arthur Ashe Stadium."

　　 Hanging up, Wayne was still a little confused.

　　 This guy Artai... actually likes watching tennis?

　　 is not his style.

　　 Still, this product is just to join in the fun.

　　 At this time at the end of August, the U.S. Open is the most popular and the most people watch it.

　　 Could it be that he can't bear to be lonely anymore, do you want to go to the scene to rub some shots?

　　 Wayne originally planned to slip away after shooting the commercial. Now the plan has changed and he has to stay in New York for one more day.

　　 In the evening, Wayne also took a look at the history of the US Open over the years, lest he and Artest stare awkwardly and say anything.

　　 At noon the next day, Wayne showed up at the Arthur Ashe Stadium on time.

　　 Yesterday, when Wayne checked the information, I learned that this arena was named after Arthur Ashe, a famous black tennis player in the United States.

　　 There were many people at the scene. Although Wayne wore a pair of sunglasses, but his height was too dazzling, he would still be recognized by the fans from time to time.

　　 After 5 times of filming + I don't know how many names, Wayne finally walked into the arena through the VIP channel.

　　 Hey, this is the trouble of being a MOP in the semifinals.

　　 I used to watch tennis matches on TV, and I always felt that the tennis courts weren’t too big.

　　 But in fact, the Arthur Ashe Stadium has 23,000 seats, more than many NBA teams have home seats.

　　In the VIP restaurant, Wayne saw a very conspicuous strong man sitting on the bench.

　　 He wore a white vest and blue jeans, and his thick arms made people feel very tight.

　　 This look...how does it resemble the protagonist of the GTA game that Wayne played in his previous life.

　　 After confirming that it was Artest, Wayne stepped up to say hello.

　　 However, Artest did not find Wayne.

　　 He stared forward with loose eyes, as if he was gone.

　　Wayne walked up to him, and he didn't respond, as if temporarily closed in his own world.

　　 "Ron?"

　　 Wayne shouted, and Artest slowly turned his head to look at Wayne.

　　 stared at Wayne for about two or three seconds, only then did Artest's eyes regain his anger, no longer so dull.

　　 "Oh, What’sup!" Artest's voice was very strong, and he didn't know that they thought they were making trouble on the street.

　　 Even saying hello is like fighting.

　　 "Hello Ron." Wayne stretched out his right hand at Artest, but Artest hit a fist with Wayne...

　　 "When did you come?"

　　 "Uh... I have been standing next to you for several seconds."

"Really? Fuck, the draft report said you were 2 meters 06. What are you kidding? You can cut the Nets without climbing stairs." Artest stood up and found that the gap between himself and Wayne was more than 5 cm. .

　　 "Actually, I am a little taller than the report."

　　 "How high is it?"

　　 "About five centimeters." Wayne answered truthfully.

　　 "Haha, you are in the industry, kid. This league is full of lies. Let's go, let's go to the stands. Front volleyball tickets. When the camera scans the stands, remember to smile."

　　 After Artai finished speaking, he walked towards the stands in a good mood.

　　 Wayne followed, scratching his head.

　　 This guy... who was so sluggish in the first second, he will be in a good mood the next second.

　　 The mood turned too fast, right.

　　 Normal people’s mood changes gradually from 1 to 100.

　　 But Artest, he seems to be able to change directly from 1 to 100.

　　 Yes, this guy often loses control of his emotions on the court. Isn’t that also the reason?

　　 From 1 to 100, if it breaks out, it breaks out. His emotions changed so quickly that people were caught off guard.

　　 Wayne is really afraid that this guy will suddenly quarrel with the people around him later.

　　 After the two sat in the stands, Wayne realized that there were so many stars in the front row.

　　 After all, the sport of tennis has a very high degree of commercialization, and it is very popular all over the world.

　　 "How do you feel? For the team you joined." Before the game started, Artest and Wayne chatted without a word.

　　 "You are the first teammate I met, so if you insist on feeling...I don't feel much about the Pacers."

　　 "Aren't you afraid of pressure? There are few lottery rookies who will directly join the championship team. Do you know that we are the championship team? Indianapolis is not a place to mess around."

　　 "Well, I should be able to adapt. After all, I am also a champion in college."

　　 "Hahaha, as Bird said, you are quite confident. However, the NBA is not just enough to be confident. Have you seen the Eastern Conference Finals last season? This is the **** real battlefield."

　　 After Artest finished, two players appeared on the tennis court.

　　 Wayne was a little stunned, he didn't expect that the first person to tell him this was Artest.

　　 At first, Wayne thought it would be Reggie Miller who would come and talk to himself, maybe even O'Neal.

　　 But the one who reminded myself to be prepared was Artest who was the least reliable of the three.

This......

　　 "The game is about to start, Wayne, I'm so excited!" Artest said, patted Wayne's back hard.

　　 Wayne almost died on the spot.

　　 Nima, so hard, you are used to beating people!

　　Wayne was speechless, but he couldn't fight with Artest on the spot for three hundred rounds, so he had no choice but to turn his head to look at the court.

　　 As a result, on the court, Wayne saw an old acquaintance... to be precise, a familiar stranger-Maria Sharapova.

　　 It turns out this is Sharapova's game.

　　 Yeah, it's the US Open now, no wonder she is in New York.

　　 At this moment Artest took off his sunglasses and looked like he knew the ball well: "Wei, guess which side will win?"

　　 "Sharapova, after all, she just won the championship at Wimbledon."

　　 "Oh? Really?" Artest's reaction was dull.

　　 Really...Co-author, you don’t know...Do you really like watching tennis?

　　 Wayne thought that Artest would analyze the pros and cons of the two for himself. As a result, Artest was silent.

　　 How does Wayne think about it... This guy seems to be here to join in the fun!

　　 "Wei, do you know what is the most important thing to watch a tennis match?" After a while of silence, Artai spoke earnestly.

"what?"

　　 "Come, close your eyes."

"what?"

　　 "Listen to me, Wei, close your eyes."

　　 "Oh oh..." Wayne was speechless, and Artest was not going to be a rookie in front of so many people.

　　At this time, the game on the tennis court had already begun, and Sharapova also let out her iconic roar when hitting the tennis ball.

　　 "How is it? Do you feel it?"

　　 "What does it feel like." Wayne was going crazy. At this period, Artezinema looked like a neurosis.

　　 "Focus on, Wei, listen carefully. Before watching the game, let's listen to the most charming roar on earth. Introduction, it is the essence of the tennis game!"

　　 Wayne people are stupid, is this Nima the essence of the tennis match that Artest said?

　　 Xiu'er, playing basketball is a waste of talent!

　　 You brains, it's a pity not to study something else.

　　 Actually Artest really thought about doing something else before he played basketball.

　　 At first, he thought about being a poisonous meal, but on the day of the first transaction, his legs trembled and he ran away. It was not for this at all. There was no other way but to change the road.

　　 Later, he wanted to be a rapper, but the "Sound of Nature" almost attracted neighbors to smash his home stereo several times.

　　 was forced helpless, Artest only embarked on the road of basketball.

　　 Qucai, Qucai.

　　 Wayne opened his eyes speechlessly, while Artest on the side was enjoying.

　　 Mr. Ron’s understanding of tennis is really unique.

　　 After this, Wayne and Artest looked like this... listened to a tennis match.

　　 The match was very hard. Shava, who had just won the Wimbledon championship, fell into a hard fight in the first round.

　　 At the end of the game, Sharapova hit the ground with a strong hit and flew straight to the stands.

　　 Wayne watched the fluorescent-colored tennis ball hit him, his eyes were quick and he reached out and grabbed the ball quickly, so he didn't get a headshot from the tennis ball.

　　 The big screen at the scene also gave Wayne and Artest beside him a close-up.

"Wei, look, we were photographed by the camera, hahahaha. Did you know that this game was broadcast live in the United States! I made a profit, and this trip was not in vain!" Artest said, and shot the camera. Scissor hand.

　　 Sharapova saw the familiar faces on the big screen and couldn't help looking for the "old acquaintances" in the auditorium.

　　 Wayne waved slightly at Shava, then dropped the tennis ball again.

　　 After an episode, the game continued.

　　 This small interruption seems to have caused Shava to change her luck.

　　 In the end, Sharapova took advantage of Wimbledon's east wind to defeat Laura Granfell, who was fighting at home, to end this anxious game and advance to the next level in a thrilling manner.

　　 "Hey, it's a pity." Artest shook his head, wondering whether he regretted that the American player was eliminated, or that he couldn't hear the charming roar anymore.

　　 At the end of the game, Wayne and Artest got up and planned to leave the arena directly.

　　 Seeing Artest still had an expression of "understanding the ball", Wayne admired him with admiration.

　　 At this moment, Sharapova ran under Wayne’s stand, yelled, and threw a tennis ball on it.

　　 "Thank you for the lucky ball."

　　 After speaking, the sweaty tennis girl left, ready to be interviewed by reporters.

　　 Wayne received the tennis ball and shrugged.

　　 Lucky tennis?

　　Speaking of ~www.ltnovel.com~It seems that the game really started to reverse when I dropped the ball...

　　 "Oh, do you know that eldest girl?" Artest narrowed his eyes, as if reexamining Wayne.

　　 "I don't know each other, I just shot an ad together yesterday."

　　 "Hey, if I were you, I would call her to come out to celebrate in the evening. Bet 5000 dollars, she won't refuse you."

　　 "Unfortunately, I don't have her phone number."

　　 "Hey, you a failed man. Forget it, go to the nightclub to cheer up, I will show you New York."

　　 "Thank you Ron, but I must rush back to continue training tonight. Also, I can't drink casually now. Next time, next time."

　　 "Training? It's a vacation now?" Artest's tone was surprised. There are really fools in this world who do not relax during the holidays, but step up training?

　　 "In order to be as strong and powerful as you, I have to spend more time."

　　 "Hahahaha, there are not many people like you who speak nicely now. Come on, in the new season we will do a good job of the Pistons sissy group! Well, before the new season starts, I will personally test your training results."

　　 "Well, I'm here to do this."

　　 The two waved goodbye outside the arena. Looking at Artest's sturdy figure, Wayne sighed.

　　 This beast directly determines the fate of the team next season.

　　 If you don’t get stronger, you won’t be able to persuade you.

　　 Thinking of creating a safe passage between Daben and Artest, Wayne seemed to feel the muscle soreness.

　　 "ding~"

　　 As soon as Artest left, the system prompt sounded in Wayne's ears.

　　 What's the job this time?