Wei Xia had to change her mind and follow the team back to Los Angeles.

No one knows the reason except Kobe.

Jerry Wayne guessed it immediately: "It has something to do with women?"

"How do you know?"

"If an adult man doesn't come back late at night, it's probably related to women." Wayne seemed to know very well, "I will explain your grandma's place. It doesn't matter how crazy it is tonight. You must go home to eat turkey tomorrow!"

Wei Xia said everything, and by the way, she understood what grandpa said, it doesn’t matter what it means?

Did he think wrongly?

Late at night, Wei Xia and her teammates took a transit back to Los Angeles.

It was already very late, and he didn't know if it would make sense to go to Elaine Trovis now. Maybe she was asleep?

However, the drug scandal combined with the racist hat could potentially bury her career.

Just imagine, what would happen if Wei Xia was born into a fake football scandal and was rumored to be a racial discriminator? His NBA career will definitely end.

In that case, can he still sleep?

No, he is absolutely fragile as glass.

Weisha had the keys to Trovis's house, but he never used it to open the door to Trovis's house.

Because his relationship with Trovis is not the type of person who can do whatever he wants after exchanging the keys to each other's homes.

Once a normal American couple exchanges the keys to their respective residences, it means that the other party can appear on their bed at any time without restraint.

But Weisha and Trovis did not have such a relationship.

Weisha came to Trovis's doorstep and made another call.

Still didn't answer.

"Elaine!"

Wei Xia knocked on the door.

He tried for a minute and no one responded.

Trovis' car parked in the garage, and she was sure she was at home.

Wei Xia took out the key and made it work for the first time.

After opening the door, Wei Xia walked in and found that it was messy inside, and at least it had not been cleaned up in a few days.

He picked up things on the ground, including clothes, cups, and garbage.

He picked up things like a cleaner and put them where they should go.

"Elaine?"

Still no response, he saw the bottle of wine, but didn't drink much.

Trovis is not a woman who can drown her sorrow by drinking.

"Elaine? I just want to confirm that you are all right..."

Wei Xia spoke while moving forward.

He walked outside Trovis' boudoir—"Elaine?"

Wei Xia walked into Trovis' boudoir for the first time in his life and found that the door was not closed at all, and it was dark inside. Just as he was about to go to other rooms, he suddenly saw a figure standing beside the bed.

"Oh My God!"

He called out.

The light from outside the room allowed Wei Xia to see the person's face clearly. It was Elaine Trovis, who sat against the wall, with her legs in a shape so that her chin could be placed on the leg bones.

"Sorry... my phone landed outside, I don't want to move..." Trovis's voice was as indifferent as Wei Xia was a stranger, "I've been sitting here."

"It doesn't matter."

Wei Xia approached and found Trovis' eyes extremely bright.

Usually we would say that some people have light in their eyes, which is usually a rhetorical technique, but Trovis's eyes really have light in their eyes, which is tears.

Tears did not jump out of their eyes, but were just condensed in their eyes.

"What are you doing?" Wei Xia wanted to find some topic.

"I just want to sit for a while." Trovis wanted to close himself in one corner, just like a cat and dog that was hit.

Wei Xia reminded her: "It's almost dawn."

"It's okay, I don't have to go to work." Trovis didn't seem to be crying, but he had already cried.

At least Wei Xia could see that her eyeliner was already crying.

"They fired you?" Wei Xia asked in surprise.

"No...I wrote a resignation letter, I fired myself." She wanted to say that no one could fire her. But she lacked courage and lost all her confidence.

Because she messed up everything.

Wei Xia sat slowly beside him, hoping that Trovis would not avoid it. If she needed it, his shoulder could lend her to rely on. He had absolutely no objection, absolutely.

He was very happy that Trovis was not resistant to his approach.

But he shouldn't be happy at this time, but he was still very happy that he could sit next to Trovis as a boyfriend.

"The drug manufacturer has not had any problems. Before that, they have always been the most reliable..." Trovis spoke slowly, "It was just that suddenly, their economy was in a state of affairs and the quality of the drug declined, but I didn't find out in time and received feedback from others... I wanted to understand what happened, but I just couldn't understand..."

"Why?"

She looked at Wei Xia, "I never thought this would happen."

As soon as she finished speaking, a tear spilled out of her strong eyes and slid across her cheeks.

"It's not your fault." This seems to be the only thing Wei Xia can say.

He didn't know what else he could say.

"No, if I didn't trust them completely, if I could check on some aspects...this things wouldn't happen." Her voice became trembling, "It was my fault."

"You may not believe it..." Wei Xia approached Trovis.

"But I understand your frustration because I have failed," Wei Xia said. "Twice. You should also know those failures, which are not as easy to accept for me as they appear."

Wei Xia decided to use the old-fashioned ones, which everyone knew, and it worked for almost everyone. "Look, I'm worse than you, there's no need to be so sad."

Trovis is not an ordinary woman. Wei Xia doesn't know whether this trick works for her or not.

He told the story in a long and slight manner.

As we were talking, it was dawn.

He didn't sleep all night, and as a professional player, this was too unprofessional.

Wei Xia spoke dryly until he heard a slight "huh~~" in his ears, and he realized that his miserable experience had successfully hypnotized Trovis.

“That’s right.”

Wei Xia gently picked up Trovis, put it on the bed, and covered it with a quilt.

After doing these things, he felt a little incomplete.

What's incomplete? By the way, there's no good night kiss.

Did Trovis agree to him do this? No matter! He kissed Trovis gently on the cheek, and then quickly fled like a thief.

"She won't find out, right?"

He asked himself nervously.

It shouldn't be. She was completely unaware of it, and maybe she would be pretending? What if she was deliberately testing my character? I just kissed the cheek and probably wouldn't be...

Various uneasy questions echoed in Wei Xia's heart.

At six:30 in the morning, Weisha, who had not slept for a second last night, walked out of Trovis's house. He yawned, and it was better to hit the ground. So what if he was sleeping at Trovis' house?

He went home and found an alarm clock in the guest room. He went to the supermarket to buy a battery and pressed it. He set the time and placed it on the table. He lay on the sofa. In less than half a minute, his consciousness fell into nothingness.

When I opened my eyes, I came to the 1960s.

In the winter of 1964, the Celtics were playing the most glorious regular season of the Russell era.

There was nothing special today, Weisha only remembered that Tom Heinthorne kept coughing during the trip.

This is a living example of smoking being harmful to health.

But although this old smoker has been smoking for a lifetime, he is in good health, so smoking may be harmful to health, but it is not that obvious? Perhaps, this varies from person to person, maybe Heinthorne is the lucky star.

Wei Xia set an alarm clock for himself at 13 o'clock, but it was not the alarm clock that woke him up, but Trovis.

At lunch time, Trovis asked him to get up and have a meal.

Wei Xia rubbed her eyes and was in a state of distraction. The last time he didn't sleep all night might have to go back to high school.

Suddenly, he felt like he was going to die.
To be continued...