But it was Artest, the most unreliable of the three, who reminded himself to be prepared.

this......

"The game is about to start, Wayne, I'm so excited!" Artest said, patting Wayne's back hard.

Wayne almost died on the spot.

Damn, you're using such force, you're used to hitting people, right?

Although Wayne was speechless, he couldn't just fight Artest for 300 rounds, so he could only helplessly turn his head and look at the court.

As a result, Wayne saw an old acquaintance on the court... to be precise, a familiar stranger - Maria Sharapova.

It turns out this is Sharapova's match.

Yes, it's the US Open now, no wonder she's in New York.

Artest took off his sunglasses at this time and looked like he knew the game very well: "Wei, who do you think will win?"

"Sharapova, after all, she just won Wimbledon."

"Oh? Really?" Artest's reaction was very flat.

Really...Co-author You don't know...Do you really like watching tennis?

Wayne thought that Artest would analyze the pros and cons of the two for him next, but in the end, Artest fell silent.

No matter how you look at it, Wayne thinks...this guy seems to be just here to join in the fun!

"Wei, do you know what is the most important thing when watching a tennis match?" After a moment of silence, Artest spoke earnestly.

"What?"

"Come on, close your eyes."

"ah?"

"Listen to me, Wei, close your eyes."

"Oh..." Wayne was speechless. Artest wasn't trying to trick the rookie in front of so many people.

At this time, the game on the tennis court had begun, and Sharapova also let out her signature roar while hitting the tennis ball.

"How's it going? Do you feel it?"

"What does it feel like?" Wayne was going crazy. At this time, Atai Zhenima was like a lunatic.

"Pay attention, Wei, and listen carefully. Before watching the game, let's listen to the most charming roar on the earth. It is the essence of the tennis game!"

Everyone in Wayne was dumbfounded. Is this the essence of the tennis game that Artest said?

Xiu'er, your talent in basketball is a waste!

It would be a shame if you don't do some other research with your brain.

In fact, before Artest played basketball, he really thought about doing something else.

At first he thought about becoming a drug addict, but on the day of his first transaction, his legs were so trembling that he ran away. He was not the type to do this at all, so he had no choice but to change his route.

Later, he wanted to be a rapper, but his "natural sound" almost caused his neighbors to smash his stereo several times.

Forced to have no choice, Artest embarked on the road of basketball.

It's a waste of talent, it's a waste of talent.

Wayne opened his eyes speechlessly, while Artest beside him had a look of enjoyment.

Mr. Ron's understanding of tennis is truly unique.

After that, Wayne and Artest looked at it this way... listening to a tennis match.

The match was very tough, and Sharapova, who had just won the Wimbledon championship, fell into a tough fight in the first round.

Toward the end of the match, Sharapova hit a hard shot that bounced off the ground and flew straight into the stands.

Wayne watched the fluorescent-colored tennis ball coming towards him, and quickly reached out to catch the ball, thus avoiding being hit in the head by the tennis ball.

The big screen at the scene also gave a close-up of Wayne and Artest beside him.

"Wei, look, we were caught on camera, hahahaha. Do you know, this game is broadcast live across the United States! You have made money, this trip is not in vain!" Artest said, and gestured to the camera.

Scissorhands.

After Sharapova saw the familiar faces on the big screen, she couldn't help but start looking for "old acquaintances" in the audience.

Wayne waved slightly to Sharapova, then threw the tennis ball down again.

After a short interlude, the game continued.

This small interruption seemed to change Sharapova's luck, and her subsequent matches became smoother and smoother.

In the end, Sharapova took advantage of the east wind at Wimbledon to defeat local Laura Granfor, ending the anxious match and advancing to the next round in a thrilling manner.

"Hey, it's a pity." Artest shook his head. He didn't know whether he was regretting that the American players were eliminated, or regretting that he could no longer hear his charming roar.

At the end of the game, Wayne and Artest stood up and planned to leave the arena directly.

Seeing Artest still looking like a "knowing football player", Wayne was so impressed that he couldn't help but admire him.

At this moment, Sharapova ran under the Wayne stands, yelled, and threw a tennis ball up.

"Thank you for the lucky ball."

After saying that, the sweaty tennis girl left and prepared to be interviewed by reporters.

Wayne caught the tennis ball and shrugged.

Lucky tennis?

Speaking of which, it seems that the game really started to turn around when I dropped the ball...

"Hey, do you know that big girl?" Artest narrowed his eyes, as if he was looking at Wayne again.

"It's not like we know each other, we just shot an advertisement together yesterday."

"Tsk, tsk, if I were you, I would call her right now and ask her to go out to celebrate in the evening. I bet you $5,000 that she won't refuse you."

"Unfortunately, I don't have her phone number."

"Hey, you are a failed man. Forget it, go to a nightclub to have fun at night, I will show you around New York."

"Thanks Ron, but I have to go back to continue training tonight. And I can't drink casually now. Next time, next time."

"Training? It's a holiday now, right?" Artest's tone was surprised. Is there really a fool in this world who doesn't relax during the holidays, but instead trains harder?

"In order to become as strong and powerful as you, I have to spend more time."

"Hahahaha, there are not many people like you who talk nicely now. Come on, let's give those sissies in the Pistons a hard time in the new season! Well, before the start of the new season, I will personally test your training results."

"Well, that's what I'm here to do."

The two waved goodbye outside the arena. Looking at Artest's strong back, Wayne sighed.

This beast directly determines the fate of the team next season.

If you don't get stronger, you won't be able to stop a fight when the time comes.

Wayne seemed to feel the pain in his muscles at the thought of opening a safe passage between Ben and Artest.

"Ding~"

As soon as Artest left, the system prompt sounded in Wayne's ears.
Chapter completed!