NBA: God-level 2K system

“No need to discuss, I’ll ask my agent to finalize a specific contract with you in a moment.”

Raising soldiers for a thousand days is a temporary use of soldiers.

Yuna took a 5% share, and these things were left to him.

Casually sent Yuna a text message.

Five minutes later, there was a clang.

“Everything is done! Boss！ ”

“I signed the contract for the plane, you sent your location, and I asked them to park the plane at the nearest airport to you.”

Yang Jun sent the location to Yuna.

Everything is done!

It’s almost time to go to the gym to train.

Yang Jun went downstairs and called a didi.

During the time when he was waiting for Didi, Yang Jun completely dismissed the idea of buying a car.

That’s three minutes away, and the taxi took half an hour.

You know, from the place where Yang Jun lives to the Wukesong Gymnasium, it will take only ten minutes!

“Excuse me! You’ve been waiting! ”

The driver is very enthusiastic.

There was not the slightest hint of anxiety on his face.

“Brother, no traffic jams, no capital!”

“Welcometo Kyo!”

The driver began with an authentic Beijing dialect.

Yang Jun’s mood was better.

“It’s okay, I’m just in a hurry to train.”

“Oh, training?”

“You can easily take off the mask for me to take a look at, don’t you?” I think your voice sounds very familiar! ”

The driver suddenly became excited.

Yang Jun took off his mask.

“Sleeper! Yang Jun?! You are Yang Jun! ”

“mvp！”

“Hello Yang Jun, I am a fan of yours!”

The driver said and took off his coat.

Inside was actually wearing Yang Jun’s jersey on the Rockets!

Absolute iron fans!

Yang Jun’s eyes were moist.

“Is it convenient to sign me a name?”

The driver looked at Yang Jun with his eyes.

“You drive carefully!”

Yang Jun’s face changed dramatically.

Quickly signed the driver’s name.

“Thank you!”

The driver was playing the steering wheel and was very happy.

Then he handed Yang Jun a piece of paper.

Yang Jun: “? ”

“That’s right,” the driver said sheepishly, “my whole family is a fan of yours.” ”

Yang Jun…

No more talking, brush brush brush!

Three names were signed on it.

“Come on, Yang Jun! I hope you can lead the men’s basketball team to a good result in the World Cup! ”

Yang Jun got out of the car, and the driver’s master’s head popped out of the car window.

“No problem!”

Yang Jun waved.

I was about to walk into the Gokematsu Gymnasium.

Last time, the young security guard who stopped Yang Jun from entering appeared.

“Hello Brother Yang. You sign me a name. ”

The lad took out a stack of tickets from his pocket.

Yang Jun glanced at it, good fellow, there are more than a dozen of them.

“Can I sign one?”

Yang Jun was a little dumbfounded.

“Of course you can.”

Seeing that Yang Jun agreed to his request.

The guys are happy.

“I will definitely come to the scene to support you when the time comes, Brother Yang.”

Yang Jun looked at the young man.

Pick up the ticket and take a look.

Ho, good fellow.

It’s all front-row tickets.

Perhaps he saw Yang Jun’s doubts.

“If you get it from a friend, it’s more than a hundred thousand.”

The guy laughed and giggled.

“This year, I have confidence in our national team.”

“I bought all the tickets for the final.”

Yang Jun’s heart warmed, and he signed his name on each ticket.

The boy was going to die of joy.

“Thank you Brother Yang!”

Yang Jun waved his hand.

There are so many fans in this country who support the men’s basketball team.

For them, also take a championship back!

……

Wukesong Stadium.

Bang Bang Bang!

Yang Jun had just stepped into the gymnasium when he heard the sound of the ball slapping the floor.

An unexpected person appeared in Yang Jun’s line of sight.

Zhou Qi.

Zhou Qi is standing on the three-point line, constantly shooting three-point shots.