"Ron, when we go back, the situation will probably be even more serious." During the break, Wayne and Tai started chatting.

"Yeah, but we will get through this, Wei. If the four of us work together, we can definitely do it." Artest turned to look at Wayne with a determined expression.

Wayne promised that this was the most handsome and serious person he had ever seen, and his whole style was completely different!

This guy...is he really going to start maturing early?

This man, is he really going to move towards MVP level?

"But before that..." At this point, Taicai's serious expression suddenly fell apart within two seconds. "Is it time for you to make a hands-free phone call in the locker room? I'll practice more with you."

It’s been almost a month!”

Artest looked proud. I can't beat you in a martial arts fight. Will Artest lose in a literary fight?

To be honest, I am actually a person who plays tricks. But you think I am just a martial artist because of my strong body.

I have a very high IQ, okay!

"Fuck, it turns out he still remembers..." Wayne indeed miscalculated. He thought that Tai had forgotten about the bet.

After all, the half-month deadline has come long ago.

Little did they know that Coward Tai was just waiting to surprise Wayne with a move!

"Now, everyone in the team knows about this bet. You don't want to deny it, do you? No, right?"

"Auburn Hills, you hit hard, but you're just submissive when you ask a girl out?"

"Let's make an appointment while we still have the last few days to rest. Don't be afraid, didn't I give you a whole box of sports protective equipment?"

"If you are scared, just tell me if you are scared."

Artest is so happy today. I, the best defensive player, have been fooling you for so long. Isn’t it just for this moment?

Looking at Artest, who kept slouching, Wayne really wanted to give him a warning with an iron elbow.

But... forget it, I did lose.

Anyway, Artest has gained so many growth points, even if he really has to embarrass himself in front of his teammates, it’s worth it!

Well, Wayne is now not far from the 1,000,000 growth points required to upgrade.

It is estimated that the system will be upgraded in another two or three days.

Seeing that you really work hard enough, War God Wei Bat King, I will grant you this boring wish of a tool man.

Then, the next afternoon, with the entire team watching, Wayne dialed Sharapova's phone on speakerphone.

Before that, everyone had already started gambling.

Some people bet that Sharapova will not agree to Wayne's appointment, while others bet that Sharapova will happily accept it.

Tae-Tai is always the most creative: "I bet that girl would yell at Wayne and then hang up the phone angrily!"

Don't ask Artest why he thinks so, just ask that he has experienced too many such moments before...

Wayne shook his head, wondering why everyone liked this boring game so much.

But don't tell me, with Wayne's incident, the locker room has become happy again.

Wayne dialed Sharapova's phone, but it rang for a long time before he was answered.

"Hello, Wei." On the other side of the phone, Sharapova was speaking and... gasping.

Everyone's eyes were wide open. What's going on?

"Hello Maria."

"I was training just now, so I didn't hear the phone ringing. Is something wrong?"

Oh, it turns out I'm training, so it's okay.

"I just wanted to ask you if you have time during Christmas. If you are free, come to Indianapolis to watch the Christmas fight. I'll give you a front-row seat."

That's right, the Christmas game. Wayne and Artest's first game back against the Pistons is one of the two Christmas games arranged by the league this year.

"Christmas? Um..." Sharapova hesitated for a while, and Wayne let out a big sigh of relief.

It would be best if you don't come. If you don't come, it will be over.

Okay, okay, I'm going to be rejected, you bastards are satisfied.

When you are satisfied, leave and don't bother me to upgrade the system.

Artest also proudly took out all the money from his teammates. This wave embarrassed Wayne and could make up for the money lost by the 15-game suspension. Isn't that wonderful?

"Okay, I have time. I'm glad you invited me to watch the game, Wei. You were the first friend to invite me out on Christmas~"

Wayne:???

Artest: That's okay! Wang Defa! I'm not as good as that boy Wayne, I'm not as good as that! Why wasn't I like this when I dated a girl back then?

"Then...let's call you then."

"Okay, see you at your home stadium. Sorry, I have to go back to training."

After saying that, Sharapova hung up the phone.

Then, Xiao Ao took away the banknotes from Artest's hand again.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you lost badly, locker room leader." Xiao Ou laughed. I don't know why, but the bad mood after losing yesterday was gone.

Suspended for 15 games without pay, lost a bet, and looked down upon by O'Brien...

Artai realized that I was really trying to fix myself!

Might as well not remind Wayne!

Oh, he invited a girl to watch the game, and I still lost money and was laughed at by everyone.

Is there any royal law?

Wayne looked at Artest and shrugged: "Are you satisfied?"

"this......"

"Good boy, you will continue to spend one-on-one time with me this afternoon. We are about to make a comeback, and we need to increase our efforts, Ron."

Ron Artest, a tool man, not only helps with points, but also helps with dating girls!

Where can I find such a tool man?

In the afternoon, after playing a few games with the frustrated Artest, Wayne finally heard the sound he had dreamed of, and his whole body felt refreshed.

"Ding~ The system can be upgraded, do you want to continue?"

Don't panic, everyone, your Godfather of Cornfield Wrestling, God of War in Indianapolis.
Chapter completed!