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Chapter 373 Oh Maika, It's That Guy Who Detonated the Audience(2/2)

If a young flower grower enters the scene at this time, it will definitely not be a bad thing for the NBA league.

As for Wu Hu himself, he naturally has no intention of coming to play in the NBA. After all, there is no sports section in his system panel. Although with his physical fitness and practicing basic skills, he may really be able to carve out a world in this basketball league, but that would be too consuming.

It's time.

There are obviously better choices, so why should we take this path of hard work?"

It’s not that hard work is bad, but hard work must be done in the right direction.

You can make money easily by singing or making movies. If you want to punch someone, go boxing. If your life is not too wonderful, why are you here sitting on the bench?

More than half an hour later, the final buzzer sounded. The Lakers led the Knicks with 108 points and 99 points. Tonight, Melo was blocked by the Black Mamba and struggled.

This can be regarded as pouring cold water on the heads of Knicks fans!

Don’t think that everything will be fine just by introducing Melon and Overlord.

Wu Hu stood up, sent congratulations, took a pen, and walked towards the Black Mamba, "Hey, kb, can you give me your jersey and answer your name on it by the way?"

The team won, and a smile appeared on Black Mamba's face, "It's you, Tiger. I heard Yao talking about you, and he even asked me to help you promote a

Download your album and can you give me a few of your signed albums? My daughter likes those songs of yours very much.

Uh! His daughter is still a child!

Forget it, music knows no age!

"No problem, I will go to your home stadium to attend the Grammys in two days. Then I will ask someone to hand the things to the person in charge of the Staples Center and ask him to hand them over to you!"

"ok!"

The Black Mamba took off his jersey, signed his name on the jersey, and handed it to Wu Hu.

Then he hugged Wu Hu and left directly. As for having a blacksmith match with Wu Hu, an amateur player, forget it, he didn't have the time. Turning back, Wu Hu stuffed the sweaty jersey

To Ronaldinho, Ronaldinho curled his lips silently. Although this was a jersey signed by the Black Mamba, it was not her idol, so it was a bit disgusting. She had no idea that in the eyes of the Black Mamba believers, wearing a Black Mamba in his arms

How happy Ronaldinho must be to have his signed jersey.

Wu Hu looked up and looked around, but did not find the charming aunt. He followed the crowd out of the arena and into the parking lot with some disappointment.

But he saw that beautiful figure in the parking lot, so he asked President Chen and the others to leave first, while he walked directly towards the charming aunt.

"Hey, Angel, I wonder if I would have the honor of buying you a drink?"
Chapter completed!
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