At the bar of the hotel and casino, Min Congda ordered a glass of tequila and took one sip. The rough and hot feeling immediately filled his throat.
Putting down the glass, Min Congda sighed and said to the bartender: "Have another glass, give me a slice of lemon and some salt."
Lemon and salt can neutralize the rough taste of agave, making it easier to drink and richer in taste.
After two drinks, Min Congda felt warm and comfortable, and the pain in his heart due to losing one hundred and fifty yuan also eased a little.
Sure enough, I am not suitable for gambling, so I should cherish my wallet and stay away from gambling.
Curry, who was sitting aside, looked at Min Congda's depressed look and thought to himself: "He must have been stimulated by Dr. Buss just now. Is he the owner of the Lakers? He looks amazing, and what he said is really excessive."
Curry's heart tightened when he thought about what Buss had just said, "We won't take down Curry without Griffin." This old guy didn't take him seriously at all.
But Curry is used to it. There is a huge anger in his body, and one day he will explode and prove it to everyone.
But now, Curry feels a little sorry for Min Congda. How much pressure and criticism he has endured in order to choose him as the number one pick!
If I don't play hard and improve myself, how can I prove to everyone in the future that Mr. Smart made a very correct decision?
Curry secretly made up his mind for the 1,800th time to work hard to become a great player.
At this time, Min Congda said to the bartender: "Hey, give him a drink too. What do you want to drink, Stephen?"
"I…"
Before Curry could speak, the bartender said: "Sorry sir, minors are not allowed to drink."
"..."
Min Congda nodded, "That's right, he's only in elementary school... give him a glass of Lego."
Curry didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He stood up and said: "I am not a minor! I am 21 years old! I am Stephen Curry!"
The bartender recognized Curry, smiled quickly, and made him a cup of Long Island ice tea, which Curry drank in one gulp. This cocktail tasted like a drink in the mouth, but it started to hit you when you drank it.
Curry, who is a regular drinker, certainly has a good drinking capacity. After drinking several drinks in a row, he showed no signs of drunkenness other than a slight blush. On the contrary, he felt physically and mentally refreshed and his stress was relieved.
Becoming the No. 1 pick puts a lot of pressure on Curry. He has been training day and night for the past two weeks. He got up very early and started running and fitness to improve his confrontation ability.
During the day, he participated in the team's training. After everyone else left, he stayed and continued to practice three-pointers until dark.
In terms of diet, he will force himself to eat more. Only by eating more can he strengthen his physique and improve his resistance ability.
Although this will not be achieved overnight, if you do not accumulate small steps, you will not be able to reach a thousand miles, and if you do not accumulate small streams, you will not be able to build a river.
With strong inner motivation, Curry's progress is very solid.
The two of them had their own concerns, one was worried about money, and the other wanted to prove himself, so they both drank a lot without knowing it.
Curry felt that he was a little drunk. He had to play tomorrow and couldn't drink anymore. He said: "Smart, I can't drink anymore. I have to play tomorrow. I must win the game against the Lakers!"
When Min Congda heard this, he quickly put down his glass and said: "No, no Stephen, don't get excited, it's just the summer league, don't care too much about winning or losing, you know? Winning is a joy, but losing is also gratifying. If you can lose, you still lose... Anyway, don’t worry about winning or losing, do you understand?”
Hearing Curry talk about winning, Min Congda was so drunk. If you win, what will happen to my salary?
Can I get back the money I lost at the casino? This is two hundred US dollars, which would be more than one thousand two hundred RMB.
Hearing what Min Congda said, Curry was even more moved, "Smart must be afraid that I will be mentally burdened, so he doesn't put too much pressure on me. Yes, Smart never mentioned anything to me after coming to the Clippers. He always allowed me to be myself and never criticized me."
"The competition is about to begin tomorrow, and you want me not to care too much about winning or losing. Even my father can't be so tolerant. He is really good to me."
Under the influence of alcohol, Curry was filled with gratitude towards Min Congda. He drank the last bit of wine in front of him and said to Min Congda seriously:
"I will definitely become a great player! Definitely!"
One thousand eight hundred and one times.
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When Min Congda woke up the next day, it was already afternoon. His head was a little groggy. He drank too much wine without realizing it yesterday.
Of course, the money for the drinks was charged to the team's account, so he didn't have to spend a penny, and he didn't have any money to spend.
He stood up and opened the curtains. The dazzling Nevada sunshine shone into the room, and Min Congda felt dizzy.
"This kid Curry can really drink, and he can eat and drink as well. He is worthy of being a drunkard. He will not let me down."
Min Congda believes that more and more evidence is proving that Curry's player level is indeed not very good.
His joining the Clippers will definitely weaken the team. The four-year, 20 million contract will be in vain by then.
The Clippers directly wasted a No. 1 pick and took a solid step on the road to ruin and bankruptcy. Min Congda firmly believes this.
Min Congda was the only one left in the room, and Kim Hughes' extra long bed was empty. He must have taken the players to training early in the morning.
Today is the Clippers' first game day. Their opponent is the Los Angeles Lakers in the same city. The game time is set at 12 noon...
"Twelve o'clock at noon...the game starts at twelve o'clock? Damn it, I overslept! They didn't even wake me up!"
Min Congda quickly dressed and washed, ate a piece of bread prepared by the hotel for breakfast, and called Ada.
"Mr. Smart, are you up? Coach Hughes said you were sleeping soundly, so please don't wake you up. They trained for a while in the morning and then went to the game at noon. They should be in the middle of the game now."
"Okay, okay, I'm at the hotel and I'll take you there right away."
Ada was in her room, and the two of them came to the parking lot together. Min Congda straightened his hair.
"I drank a little too much yesterday. Take me to the competition venue quickly. I don't want to miss their first game."
Ada got into the driver's seat and drove to the competition venue, the University of Nevada, located east of Las Vegas.
Min Congda was very nervous. This was a game that affected whether he could get his first salary from the system!
"Mr. Smart, are you feeling a little nervous?"
"Huh? Oh, a little bit, it's the first game after all."
"Would you like to check the current score online? There is a text live broadcast."
"Live broadcast? No, no, no, it's still not possible. Let's go to the scene and watch it. I like to go to the scene to reveal the mystery."
Although I was very confident in the Clippers and felt that they would definitely not be able to beat the Lakers and would definitely lose, I still couldn't help but feel nervous and my heart was pounding.
Ada thought it was so cute that Mr. Smart cared so much about just an ordinary summer league.
He originally thought that he would sleep and rest in the hotel today, but he didn't know that he would rush to the competition venue as soon as he woke up.
Soon the two arrived at the University of Nevada Stadium. As they approached the door of the stadium, they could hear the sounds of balls being slapped, shoes scraping against the floor and players shouting.
Min Congda looked at the time. It was past one in the afternoon and the game was coming to an end.
The staff checked the IDs, and Min Congda and Ada entered the stadium together. On the court, the Lakers and Clippers players were fighting fiercely.
Min Congda's eyes were darting around, and he saw Curry sitting on the bench to rest, and thought to himself: "This kid has already sat down to rest? It seems that he is not playing well. The coach doesn't want him to play, right? I'm sure he doesn't want to play." Poor performance."
"I drank a lot yesterday. I guess I'm not clear-headed today. How can I still play ball? Hey, drinking will make things worse. Drinking will make things worse."
At this time, Ada on the side poked Min Congda and said excitedly: "Look at the scoreboard!"
Scoreboard, where's the scoreboard? I was just looking for the scoreboard.
Min Congda followed Ada's hand and saw the scoreboard hanging on the wall, which read:
"LAC 87:69 LAL."
Min Congda frowned and asked Ada: "LAL is the Los Angeles Lakers, and LAC is the Los Angeles Clippers, right?"
Ada said: "Of course!"
"Oh...87:69, in basketball, whoever scores the lowest score wins?"
"Are you kidding? Of course, the one with the higher score wins. The game is about to end, and there are only a few minutes left. We will definitely win this one!"
Ah, got it? Got it now? Min Congda felt a little dizzy, why did he win it?
Los Angeles Lakers, where are the promised strong teams? Where is the promised champion? Lost like this? Lost to the Clippers!
I didn’t believe it, but when I took another look, hey, 89 is better than 69!
RNM, refund your money!
The first salary in my system!
I only have fifty yuan on me!
"Mr. Smart, what's wrong with you?" Ada saw something wrong with Min Congda's face.
"Oh, I'm a little dizzy, I didn't eat breakfast, I have low blood sugar."
