One Guard

Celebrating wildly in the locker room and shooting the final makeup photos after winning the championship, the celebration activities of the Mavericks players did not end.

That night, Cuban personally paid the money and led a crowd to the nightclub. And this is also the first time Yiyang has visited such a place since he has been in the United States for so long.

Knowing that the Mavericks players are coming, the owner of this nightclub has already prepared drinks and luxurious seats. But Cuban did not cover the entire field, but hoped that others could celebrate the championship with the Mavericks players. When there are many people, the party is only lively.

Carrying the O'Brien cup into the nightclub, the people partying in it all raised their phones to shoot wildly. The opportunity to get in touch with big stars is not always available.

Terry, Marion and others found a place to sit down, while Yiyang and Vignali looked around curiously. As a pair of extremely self-disciplined professional basketball players, both Yiyang and Vignali have come to such an occasion for the first time.

The shirtless man, the DJ with headphones, heavy drums, restless music, dim lights... everything here makes Yiyang and Vignali feel very curious.

"Hey, will you get FMVP next time!? Also!" At this moment, a person started shouting at Yiyang, and then more and more people were driven.

People yelled Yiyang's name, hoping that this still somewhat unavoidable Chinese could quickly blend into the atmosphere.

"Well, let them go up and dance!" Seeing the enthusiasm of the crowd, Terry shouted with the microphone, naturally referring to Yiyang and Vignali.

"Dancing! Dancing! Dancing! Dancing!" Terry successfully led the crowd, and under the push and crowd of people, Yiyang and Vignali were inexplicably pushed. On the dance floor.

Vignali used to be a model, and she knows a little bit about dancing. But Yiyang, who grew up in a slum, was stunned, where could he dance.

But people who are playing high don't care about this. Terry asked the DJ to start playing music, and people raised their arms in the audience, as if the person standing on the stage was not Yiyang, but the famous rapper Eminem.

"Come on, just shake to the rhythm!" Vignali grabbed Yiyang's hand and began to shake her body.

Under the influence of alcohol, Yiyang also moved. Seeing that the two are getting better, the rest of the Mavericks also joined the dance floor. Yiyang gradually let go of his hands and feet, and jumped with his teammates and Vignali.

This night, no one will restrain the Mavericks players. No one told them to go home and rest at eleven o'clock, and no one forbid them to drink. As early as in the locker room, each of the guys was already a little floating.

Yiyang didn't even know how much wine he had drunk, he couldn't count, anyway, when the wine glass was empty, someone would fill it up, and when it was empty, someone would fill it up.

Every minute, there is always a teammate who raises his glass and mumbles and yells. "Also, we drank this glass!"

Vignali also drank a lot today, so although she was not the one who won the championship, she was also happy for Yiyang.

Beer, Champagne, Whiskey, Wine, Brandy, Vodka...Anything on sale in this store, the Mavericks players want it all. Yiyang has never experienced such a crazy party in his entire life. Maybe only something like winning a championship is worthy of Yiyang's celebration.

The party lasted until half past one in the morning when the unconscious Mavericks players were finally willing to leave.

After Terry vomited out of the toilet, he directly started the jet-gliding motion.

Seeing that "jet" crookedly "flying" on the road, Yiyang squeezed his sweat for him, dragged Terry onto the sidewalk.

"Landing safely!" After stepping onto the sidewalk, Terry shouted, causing the others on the Mavericks to laugh.

"I'll take him back. You and your girlfriend will leave it to me, no problem." Marion stepped up and took over the control of the "Jet" from Yiyang.

"Then I will trouble you to send him home, Xiao En." Yiyang was about to turn around and leave, but Terry grabbed Yiyang's wrist.

"Tonight, don't work too late." The unconscious old boy gave a smirk.

"Damn!" Yiyang shook his head. Even if this guy is drunk, he can't fix his irregularities.

After that, everyone took a taxi and went back to each house. Marion, who was still sober, sent Terry home first, and then left by himself. In the end, only two young men, Yiyang and Vignali, were left on the street.

Neither Yiyang nor Vignali were drunk, but their minds were a little dizzy. The two cuddled together, and the surroundings were quiet, and the night was dark.

"Send me back first?" Vignali said, leaning in front of Yiyang's face.

"Okay, I don't worry about you leaving alone."

"Then are you still going home today?"

Yiyang looked at the Italian girl in front of her and swallowed. "Should... do it."

After catching a taxi, the two quickly arrived at the hotel where Vignali was staying. After entering the room, both of them fell onto the sofa. After drinking so much alcohol, even if I am not drunk, I feel tired all over.

"Hurry up and rest, do you want me to help you go to bed?"

Vignali didn't answer Yiyang, but lay on the sofa and straightened her arms. It was obvious that she wanted to hug it.

Yiyang leaned down, Vignali's arms wrapped tightly around Yiyang's neck. As soon as the waist was exerted, the tall Italian girl was lifted up easily.

When Yiyang picked herself up, Vignali kicked her legs and removed the high heels from her feet. "I'm sleepy, put me on the bed quickly."

The ambiguous scent burst into Yiyang's nose, and Vignali, who was only wearing a tight-fitting dress, stared at Yiyang with a vague look. Yiyang's face blushed slightly, and he did not dare to continue to look at Vignali.

After putting Vignali on the bed, Yiyang sat on the edge of the bed and did not leave immediately, as if he was doing some ideological struggle.

Vignali sat up and hugged Yiyang from behind. Yiyang felt that his back was limp, and when did Vignali take it off! ?

"Boom boom, boom boom, boom boom, boom boom..." Yiyang's heart was beating frantically, even if it was to perform the most critical lore, Yiyang had never been so nervous.

"Are you hungry?" The Italian girl whispered in Yiyang's ear.

"It's kind of..." Yiyang was so nervous that he couldn't talk, and simply followed Vignali.

Vignali suddenly turned over ~www.novelmtl.com~ and pounced on Yiyang, and she rode on Yiyang.

"Then... eat me for you." Vignali said, lowering her head to loosen the buttons on her chest one by one.

Yiyang's mind was blank, and he didn't even know how he should react now. This dull Chinese boy just watched Vignali quietly, and as his coat was peeled off, the perfect, plump body like suet and white jade appeared in front of Yiyang's eyes little by little.

Yiyang stared at the Italian girl in this way, and suddenly felt an unreality that she was dreaming. A model, a basketball player, a girl who is madly sought after all over the world... all of this, is it true?

Vignari opened her arms and slowly leaned down. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips lightly opened, and her voice came from deep in her throat. "Enjoy slowly, championship."

The light in the bedroom is still on, but the passion of the two can't wait to finish the interweaving.

The night of the championship, finally in this full of spring, the curtain closed...