Xie Hou walked down the player's apartment, and the warm and comfortable sunlight fell on his head.

Perhaps this is the only better place in Cincinnati than Indianapolis (however, the difference is that it is fifty steps and hundreds of steps). The temperature here is relatively comfortable than Inn. It is mid-September, the hottest time of the day. Cincinnati is only 25 degrees Celsius at the hottest time, and at night it is only 14 degrees Celsius.

Xie Hou sunbathed, followed by a diligent waiter.

"Would you be too tired?" Xie Hou was really worried about destroying his little shoulder.

The waiter smiled and replied, "No problem, don't worry about me."

After walking for nearly five minutes, the road was not long. Xie Hou just didn't want to walk too fast and let the waiter fall behind him, which made him look cold. If you want to reach out to help, wouldn't he let the tip he gave was wasted? It would also make the waiter feel uneasy, so he could only watch it like this.

Xie Hou believed that a monthly tip of $3,000 may be higher (much higher) than his salary, and the other party will not complain, and he does not need to have any burden in his heart.

"If it doesn't work, I'll get it." (In the end, I still couldn't bear it)

The waiter said toughly: "This is my duty."

"It means that if I don't give you a tip, you will help me get it?" Xie Hou asked with a smile. Although he would give tips no matter what, this would divert the waiter's attention.

Scientific research shows that if you can skillfully divert your attention, it will not only allow the most precious parts of a man to stretch and retract freely, but also disperse fatigue and relieve pain.

"This...of course." Although the waiter said righteously, if Xie Hou did not give a tip, he would definitely not be so active.

He was worried that Xie Hou would not give a tip, and added: "But most big names like you will give tips and they will make a lot of money."

"Do you think I gave less tips?"

"No, you misunderstood..."

"Young man!" Xie Hou was definitely no older than him. "I swear, my tips were definitely more than Andre Kirilenko and Michael Jordan."

Compared to the question of who Kirilenko is, the waiter wants to ask more is: "Is mj really stingy?"

"Have you not heard some of his stingy stories?" Even Xie Hou, who was far away in Moscow, had heard of Boss Qiao's stingy legend, but this American didn't know if it was a bit too much?

"Not that..." The waiter suddenly found that Xie Hou was unexpectedly easy-going. How could a big man like him have nothing to do with a minion like him?

When chatting, the road always goes very fast. I believe that when I was a student, you who were chattering with classmates on the way home every day, must have empathized with it, and there is no need to say more.

Xie Hou took out the only cash from his pocket and another hundred dollar bill, and he put it in the waiter's hand: "This is not for you. Our water may not be enough to drink later. You may have to ask you to go out and buy it. Is there any problem?"

"What if there is a leftover in the end?"

"Count your errand money."

"What if your water is just enough to drink?"

"Then I'll probably forget this," Xie Hou said without looking back, "Just just take a hundred dollars on the road, but don't give it to the police."

Waiter Alex once received more tips than this, but none of the big guys were as kind as Xie Hou.

He was as arrogant as his friend. He had just met him for less than fifteen minutes, but he was joking with him like a friend.

Thanks to Xie Hou's distracting attention, he could hardly feel that he was carrying a 24-pound freezer on his body in the second half of the road.

Xie Hou walked into the training hall of the big pig farm (this damn nickname is definitely not changed).

Kirilenko discovered him at first sight.

"Long time no see, you are still skinny." Xie Hou smiled, "Why, isn't NBA's food good either?"

Kirilenko rolled her eyes: "Don't mention it, the coaching staff thinks that light weight can keep me flexible and prevent me from adding too much muscle."

"Breaking the muscular body will also affect flexibility?"

"Scientific research shows..."

What Xie Hou didn't believe the most in his life was that some people who had never engaged in scientific research opened their mouths all day and came to scientific research to show (this group includes himself). He said contemptuously: "I don't think that adding another 10 kilograms of muscle will affect your flexibility."

"The coaching staff told me, how dare I not obey?" Kirilenko said depressedly.

"Why are you not at all subjective and active? You took out the books you read when you were a kid?" King Arthur, who hadn't seen Kirirenko for a year, met with his old friend for a long time, was too excited. His mouth was like a machine gun and kept spraying bullets, but most of the bullets sprayed out were not righteous bullets. "Do you say you are so thin that you are so embarrassed to introduce yourself to others as Russian?"

This sentence makes Kirilenko even more sad than others saying, "Your alcohol tolerance is really Russian?"

"It seems you've been doing well lately."

Xie Hou looked at the source of the sound and spoke about Papalucas, who signed a two-year contract with the Pacers after the summer league.

"The person who signed the contract is just tough." Xie Hou teased.

Papalucas was too lazy to talk to him more nonsense. He looked at Kirilenko and pointed the point: "Andre, we are all new, do you have anything to pay attention to?"

"some."

Kirilenko carefully pointed at the middle-aged bald man who was practicing shooting: "That's Reggie, you should know him."

"The one who gets eight points in nine seconds?"

"The one who pushed Jordan away and made a three-pointer to score?"

"That's a foul."

"But the referee didn't brag."

Kirirenko didn't want to hear the two arguing about this matter. He said seriously: "Reggie is very strict. Arthur, don't look careless later. He is our leader. Although he is no longer the strongest player on the team, everyone is afraid of him."

Reggie Miller, a tough and hard-working old man.

Xie Hou set this label for Miller in his heart.

"That strong guy, he's our core player." Kirilenko pointed to an inside player wearing a hoodie. "Jermaine O'Neal, he's very reliable in the inside player. Arthur, you will definitely be able to make a lot of assists on him in the future."

"Is it easy to get along with?"

"How to say it..." said Kirirenko, "a person who does more and says less."

Xie Hou complained: "It's better than eating like a cow and working like a pig."

Jermaine O'Neal, a taciturn big guy.

"Ahhaha, how can you guys do this? Even my grandma can't help it!"

Before Kirilianko could introduce the most popular person in the team, he was like Wang Xifeng before he could get ahead of his voice.

The bald head like Miller is rough and looks like he doesn't look very smart.

"Ron Artest, both offense and defense, has a hot temper and a weird personality..."

A crazy man with a hot temper?

"Addicted to swearing, full of enthusiasm."

A madman with high energy but no quality and a hot temper?

"I like old women..."

"No?" Papalucas looked "you teased me".

Because of Kirilenko's words, Xie Houduo glanced at Artest a few times.

Ron Artest, a friend of middle-aged and elderly women who lack education and are very energetic.

"There should be no other monsters?"

Xie Hou swore to everyone in his heart that if Kirirenko could tell a monster, he immediately turned around and went straight to the manager's office to apply for a deal.

He is here to play basketball, not to learn how to live in peace with monsters!

"have..."

Xie Hou looked at him in despair.

Kirilianko didn't even dare to point his fingers this time. He looked at Bird, who had a serious face: "Larry Bird, he is the biggest monster here."

"Oh..." Xie Hou felt relieved.

No matter how many monsters of this type there are, he doesn't care...
Chapter completed!