Champion Creed
Chapter 270 - 270 118 Truth and Sharks Asking for monthly tickets! _4

270: 118: Truth and Sharks (Asking for monthly tickets!) _4 270: 118: Truth and Sharks (Asking for monthly tickets!) _4 The clever O’Neal scratched his head after checking the car and came up with a plan, “Hey, you don’t want to just sit here waiting for a tow truck with your French teacher, do you?

How about this, you get in the car, and I’ll push from behind.”

Roger: ???

“What are you standing around for?

Get in the car already, I’ll show you the power of Superboy!”

With a red face, Roger and Laetitia got into the car, pressed the clutch, put it in gear, and stuck a thumb out the window: “I’m ready!”

“Then I’ll start pushing!”

“Go Shaq, you’re almost there!

Push harder!” Laetitia stuck her head out the window, cheering O’Neal on.

Roger’s face in the driver’s seat turned even redder.

After Shaq pushed for a distance, Roger released the clutch and the car actually started moving again!

Shaq proudly flexed his muscles: “How’s that?

Can we call the wheel hub debt even now?”

“Get in, I’ll take you back.”

“Forget it, I just like to help out without expecting anything in return.

But I still advise you to buy fewer cars.

If you really feel like you have money to burn, I’ve got a road in Silicon Valley, you could join me in investing in some high-tech industries.”

“Got it, Shaq, thanks.”

Upon hearing these words, O’Neal’s expression suddenly turned serious:

“I’m the one who should be thanking you.

I know what you’ve done for me, how you fought with John for my sake.

Nothing escapes Shaq’s ears.

I also owe you for the training, I’d go mad if I had to train with that jerk Bryant.

And thanks for visiting Grandma Odessa with me.

You’re my good brother.

When I get back, we’ll defend our title together.

But tomorrow, you’ll have to deal with those Chicago punks on your own.”

Shaq leaned on the car window, reaching his fist into the driver’s cabin.

Roger gently fist-bumped him: “Goodnight, Shaq.”

“Goodnight, don’t stay up too late for French class~”

When they got home, Roger took Laetitia to a clean room.

“You can stay at my place for these few days you’re in Orlando; there are plenty of empty rooms.

A chef will come to make breakfast in the morning.

For tomorrow night’s game, I’ve arranged the best seat for you.

I have to get to the arena early, but someone will come to pick you up from my house an hour before the game starts.”

“Thank you for your hospitality.

So when do we start the French lessons?”

“Let’s start tomorrow, it’s too late tonight, you should rest early.”

Roger had no intention of taking French lessons from his teacher tonight, ah no, attending his French teacher’s lesson.

Even if he didn’t need rest, others did.

The outcome is poor when taking lessons while tired.

Back in his room, Roger found a text message on his phone.

He opened it and saw that it was from Shaq:

“Dynasty, buddy.”

Roger smiled.

He didn’t know what changes to history his support for Shaq would bring.

Hopefully, it was the kind of change he hoped for.

Meanwhile, a reporter had staked out the largest nightclub in Orlando and spotted Scottie Pippen.

He was about to head back to the hotel with Larsa, and even though Larsa was saddled with the awkward title “Roger did it too,” Pippen believed love meant embracing everything!

“Scott, tomorrow night is the second game against the Magic.

Don’t you need to rest up tonight?”

Pippen didn’t avoid the reporter; he arrogantly took a puff of his cigar, then blew out the smoke: “Tell me, who is number one in the league?

Tell me, what are our record and Magic’s record, respectively?

So no worries, I don’t need rest to break the Magic’s spell.

The Basketball God and his helpers are here; we’ve come for him!”

After saying that, Pippen arrogantly left, holding Larsa as he got into the car.

He wasn’t the least bit concerned, without Shaq, Roger would be crushed like a little shrimp by the Bulls.

This season was going to be a good one for settling the score with Roger!