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Chapter 186 Your circle is really messed up [First update, please subscribe]

Lu Yu sat in the locker room.

In the post-match interview just now, Cartwright took over the responsibility for the loss, and Artest also admitted that he lost the game because he and his teammates felt bad.

Lu Yu finally shook his head and told reporters that he lost the game because of himself.

In the eyes of many people, Lu Yu has done a good job.

However, Lu Yu believes that he is not doing well enough. It is true that Kobe has more helpers, and his teammates will be inferior in personal ability, but it is Kobe who scored 41 points to decide the outcome.

And myself, only got 17 points.

Maybe you can find reasons to say that he was double-teamed, but Kobe faced no less defensive pressure than himself.

Kobe can stand up when the team needs it.

I didn't do it myself.

Lu Yu decided to be more strict with himself in future training, especially putting the defense against double-teaming into the training plan.

"Hey, Lu, don't be depressed, the game is over." Charles Oakley came over and comforted softly.

"Frustrated?" Lu Yu shook his head: "I'm not depressed. We have 82 games in the regular season. How can we not lose a game?"

He was just depressed and promised Casey's O'Neal autograph because the fight was over.

"I'm relieved that you can think like this." Oakley was relieved to see Lu Yu's open-minded expression, and when he looked closely at Lu Yu's face, it didn't look like he was lying, so he smiled and said, "It's a rare trip to Los Angeles, Luo Well, they decided to go to a nightclub tonight, do you want to be together?"

"Forget it, I'm not going." Lu Yu felt that sometimes he was like an old man, and like a pedantic Kong Yiji, who always had a heartfelt resistance to the sugar-coated cannonballs of the American emperor.

Mainly because people play too much.

Even a scumbag like him thinks that these people are really scumbags.

"I advise you to go play together, even if you just sit and drink, oh no, you can drink." Charles Oakley's wise eyes revealed a hint of unfathomable.

"why?"

"Because humans are social animals."

"I understand."

"Are you going then?"

"of course."

Even if Lu Yu was unwilling, he readily agreed to go, because Oakley was right, humans are gregarious animals.

"Oh, by the way, a few of the Lakers will also go together."

Oakley suddenly said, "Shaquille, Kobe, and that bitch of Fox who likes to scratch his head."

"Shaquille?"

Lu Yu was stunned: "Didn't he just have a fight with Brad on the court?"

Oakley smiled: "On the court is on the court, and the nightclub is a nightclub. It will not affect the communication between them, especially men. Sometimes it's good to have a drink after a fight."

Lu Yu understood that the drink was actually for O'Neal and Brad Miller so that they could reconcile.

And the middleman must be the well-respected Charles Oakley.

in a bar in Los Angeles.

A group of NBA players spend a lot of money here, and O'Neal and Miller became good buddies after Oakley's mediation.

They bet that whoever gets down first will pay for the suspension and the league's penalty.

Miller did not intend to pay O'Neal, after all, O'Neal suspended a game is too expensive.

The old god Oakley is there, like the dealer at the gambling table, smiling and watching the situation.

There were only two outsiders in the room.

One is Kobe. He feels that coming here is a waste of time. If he has this skill, it is better to go to training. If it wasn't for Oakley telling him that Lu Yu would also come, he would not come.

The other is Lu Yu.

He doesn't think it's better to waste time than training, he just thinks that these vulgar fans are not worthy of his own scum.

For the sake of these slutty women, drop the price.

The two looked at each other and walked out with a wine glass. The others looked at the backs of the two, shoulder to shoulder, always feeling calcium inside.

The wind outside the bar was cool.

Kobe and Lu Yu found a table and sat down.

"You don't like this kind of place either?" Kobe asked.

"You too?" Lu Yu smiled.

"Of course, if it wasn't for your presence, I wouldn't be here. After training with Tracy last time, I haven't seen you again. I didn't expect you to become the boss of the Bulls so quickly."

There is indescribable envy in Kobe's words.

Lu Yu didn't know whether he missed training together or had a deep obsession with the boss.

Kobe also wanted to be the boss.

"But I envy you for having a championship." Lu Yu smiled.

"I want to win the championship by myself." Kobe looked at the stars and said lightly.

"It's up to me to say this."

Lu Yu pouted: "Not to mention how difficult it is to lead a team with a single core. Look at me today, I was beaten like a duck chased by a group of dogs and bitten by a group of dogs. You don't want to be like me, do you?"

Kobe was stunned.

After a long silence, he didn't speak, and after a long while, he said quietly, "You call me a dog?"

"Haha, I didn't say that."

Lu Yu would not admit it.

Kobe didn't care either, just touched Lu Yu with his arm, his eyes signaled Lu Yu to look not far away, Lu Yu followed his gaze and saw a few tattooed youths with flower arms with cigarettes in their mouths, teasing a little boy.

The delinquent young man hooked the little boy's chin with his fingers, and made a mean joke in his mouth, and the little boy took two steps back.

Lu Yu frowned slightly. American gangsters are too hungry, even boys?
However, it could be heard from their teasing words that this group of people was because the other little boy was someone his sister liked.

As for his sister, she was the little sister in fishnet stockings who followed behind these delinquent youths.

Lu Yu: "Your circle is really messy."

At this time, Artest came out of the bar and shouted: "Lu, Kobe, come and help, Shaquille is down, we can't lift him."

Lu Yu and Kobe stood up, ignored these little brats, and walked into the bar.

O'Neal was lying on the table, spitting out the drink from the corner of his mouth, Miller proudly said: "Damn Shaq, you can't beat me in a fight, you can't drink me, I'm the strongest man in the world. "

Obviously, this product is not far from lying on the table.

Lu Yu and Kobe walked out with O'Neal on the left and right. As for why it wasn't Artest and the others, although they were not as drunk as they were, they also drank a lot. Like soft-footed crabs, they expected them to carry O'Neal. ,Stop dreaming.

"It's so fucking heavy!" Lu Yu cursed in his mouth.

Kobe was silent, and Lu Yu guessed that Kobe would take O'Neal as a training exercise?
Go to the door.

Suddenly there was a commotion and cursing.

I saw the few delinquent youths just kicked around the little boy, one of the youths grabbed the little boy's hair and dragged it out, and the little sister was about to smash it with the wine bottle.

Kobe and Lu Yu looked at each other.

In the next second, the two rushed towards the group at the same time. Kobe took the bottle from the little sister's hand with a single stride, and slapped the little sister.

Lu Yu was a young man who kicked and tucked his hair, and then hugged the little boy in his arms.

Several other young people saw this, some holding stools, some holding wine bottles, and rushed over with a cry.

The little boy in Lu Yu's arms has a blue nose and a swollen face, but lying in Lu Yu's arms, he feels inexplicably safe.

Don't look at these unscrupulous youths, but in Lu Yu's eyes, they are the next generation of American emperors who have been hollowed out by tobacco and alcohol. They can't do anything except shout and clamor.

One kick, one kick by the way.

He kicked this group of bad young people to the ground, and the bar door was screaming and screaming in a mess.

Artest, Chandler, Fox, and Oakley heard the movement and ran out of the bar. They were relieved when the battle was over.

Kobe dragged the little sister over, threw it on the ground, and asked, "What should I do now?"

Lu Yu thought for a while: "Call the police."

Kobe agreed and took out his mobile phone and was preparing to call the police.

At this time, a speechless voice came from the ground at the door of the bar not far away: "Can you help me up before you call the police?"

Everyone looked back... O'Neal was still lying on the ground.

……

Call the police, take notes, and work until the middle of the night before a few talents return to the hotel.

When leaving the police station, Lu Yu reached out and touched the little boy's head: "Boys must learn to protect themselves outside, you know?"

The little boy nodded.

Suddenly, the little boy raised his head and asked, "What if the girl is outside?"

Lu Yu thought for a while and replied: "Don't walk in the dark alley, don't dress revealing, don't act alone, try to dress appropriately, try to be in crowded places, and, don't get drunk... Wait, you, a boy, know What is this for?"

The little boy looked at himself and shook his head: "I'll just ask, thank you brother."

Lu Yu patted his head: "Uncle."

"Oh, thank you uncle."

The little boy curled his lips reluctantly: "I will listen to your words in the future, don't walk in the dark alleys, don't act alone, dress appropriately, try to be in crowded places, and never drink alcohol."

Lu Yu: "..."

He didn't know if the kid was beaten stupidly, he waved his hand and left the police station.

The little boy looked at Lu Yu's back, lowered his head sadly, and muttered to himself: "But brother, I didn't go down the dark alleys today, I didn't dress inappropriately, and I didn't act alone... It's just my Friend, he was just scared away..."

At this time, the police officers from the police station came out.

The police officer looked at the little boy sitting in the chair and the group of young men who were beaten and squatted in the corner, and said aloud.

"Who is Kristen Stewart? Your parents are here to pick you up."

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