All the team's trades were too far for Milicic. On the night when the Celtics flew back to Boston overnight after the game, Rivers was discussing with Angie how to trade Ricky Davis, and
Milicic returned to his apartment.
After this back-to-back, even a young man with strong physical strength like Milicic couldn't hold on any longer. When he got home, Milicic fell on the bed and fell asleep. He didn't even have a dream that night. When he got up again,
Looking at the time, it was already noon the next day.
I turned on my phone and received many text messages of blessings from James, Iverson, Duncan, Rasheed, Billups, Krstic and others. Milicic responded one by one. These guys cannot be offended.
In the NBA environment, whoever is not guaranteed will be a teammate in the future, so you must not ignore others even if it is a formal kindness. Even if you say a few trash words on the court, you will still get along with each other in private, so in the league on the court
There are many conflicts, but I have never seen them actually develop into physical fights or off-site fights.
Everyone reminded Milicic to pay attention to the news. Milicic turned on his computer and searched for wireless networks. After clicking on the NBA's website, he found that there was a lot of news about him, and it was even more popular on the Celtics' official website.
Until today, Milicic was finally able to take a long breath. His performance this week made everyone shut up, and he can no longer be said to be a parallel import.
Just when Milicic was immersed in his own happiness, there was a rapid knock on the door. Milicic opened the door and the man was still knocking. He punched Milicic twice in the chest.
Although there was no strength in these two blows, Milicic was caught off guard and really couldn't hold on. When Milicic covered his chest and was about to open his mouth to curse, he saw a girl with a delicate appearance and temperament knocking on the door.
, obviously the girl was also surprised that she punched Milicic twice. She looked at Milicic with a surprised look. Milicic was in a good mood at this time. The team had a day off today, and his performance also won the experts.
With the approval of the commentator, I couldn't help but think of teasing, and immediately pretended to be unable to breathe, and fell to the ground.
Milicic was lying on the ground breathing heavily and pointed at the girl who "injured" him. The girl quickly knelt on the ground and performed first-aid measures on Milicic. First, she clasped the ten fingers of her hands together and struck Milicic on the chest.
Old punches, these few blows left Milicic speechless, and he could only swallow the pain in his own stomach.
Just when Milicic was about to speak, the girl tried to give artificial respiration, but the girl hesitated and continued to punch. Just when the rounded punch was about to hit Milicic's chest, Milicic shouted in time.
Stop, but unfortunately, firstly, this girl is not a martial arts master and cannot stop at will. Secondly, this girl had no intention of stopping. Milicic quickly blocked and got up in embarrassment.
"That's much better! With this first aid method, I can revive you even if you're dead."
As soon as Milicic saw the girl's tone and expression, he knew that his acting skills just now were really terrible, and there were obvious signs of watching too many mentally handicapped TV series from Hong Kong and Taiwan. No one would believe this, let alone this building.
There are all top students from Harvard, and no one has a higher IQ than me.
Milicic coughed twice in embarrassment and said: "It's much better. I didn't expect such an alternative first aid technique. I learned a lesson today."
"You're welcome! I'm your neighbor across the door, and the purpose of coming here today is not to rescue you. I just can't bear to see a life destroyed in my hands with just a little effort. The purpose of coming here is to ask you, boy, are you a fool?
My wifi!”
Without waiting for Milicic to answer, he went over and started playing with his computer. He skillfully clicked on a few shortcut keys and then pointed at the evidence and said to Milicic: "There is no way to quibble! It's shameful to surf the Internet! Who are you?"
A student in the department? He’s so tall, is he on the school basketball team?”
At this time, Milicic took a closer look at the girl. Her facial features alone did not seem to have anything special, but when put together, they had an indescribable interest. What was even more rare was the temperament she had.
It seemed that nothing was surprising in her eyes, and her golden curly hair made her face even more outstanding.
Milicic looked at the girl's face in a daze, and it wasn't until the girl asked him that he said: "Yes! Yes! I play basketball, are you interested in basketball?"
The girl saw that although Milicic was good-looking, he looked stupid, and curled her lips and said: "I hate basketball players the most. My brain is a little short-circuited, but I still get a full scholarship. It's not fair at all."
, if this continues, sooner or later the full scholarship will be given to the gorilla.”
"Hey, sister, although it's a bit wrong for me to use your network, I didn't mean it. I thought the capitalist wireless network in the United States was used casually. Furthermore, although I offended you, I won't be said to be a
Gorilla, and basketball is a sport that combines strength and intelligence. If you don’t understand, don’t talk nonsense, it will make you look superficial!” Milicic also calmed down and started chatting with the beauty.
This girl originally wanted to come and give Milicic a severe beating, and then leave angrily, but she didn't know why she never walked out. She still chatted with Milicic here. Although she pretended to be angry, it looked like she was angry.
It turns out that she doesn't hate Milicic.
"Hey, why don't you just talk to me like this and don't bring me a drink?" The girl sat on the sofa and said to Milicic.
"You can drink whatever you want, juice, coffee, beer... we don't have any here. You sit down for a while and I'll go out and buy some."
The girl stood up and looked around Milicic's home. There really was nothing except basic facilities. "You don't live here often? Because you always go out to play games? Then why do you rent such a big house?
?It’s really a pity that I gave you a full scholarship, you don’t even know how to save a little.”
"What full scholarship? It's true that I play basketball, but I'm not a Harvard student."
"Are you an NBA star? What's your name?" the girl asked excitedly.
"My name is Darko Milicic, you can call me Darko, what do you call me?" Milicic said proudly and politely, a sense of superiority emerged spontaneously, and he was intoxicated and immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself. This feeling
This is the legendary pretending to be fake, right? Milicic thought to himself.
"Darko? European? My name is Natalie Portman, you can call me Nata." The girl said with a smile.
