Champion Creed
Chapter 353 - 353 144 Each Own Future Requesting monthly votes!_2

353: 144: Each Own Future (Requesting monthly votes!)_2 353: 144: Each Own Future (Requesting monthly votes!)_2 “You’re not even the best player on your team,” that devilish voice appeared again in O’Neal’s head.

Annoyed, O’Neal guzzled down a gulp of champagne and the voice vanished completely.

O’Neal shook his head, nope, couldn’t drink anymore.

If he kept going, he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to handle the 5-foot-5, 36D lady tonight.

Drinking just the right amount often had the added effect of being able to go into overtime, but if he went overboard, he might not even be able to get into fighting shape.

After the championship celebration ended, as previously arranged, Roger organized a party at the villa he rented.

The reason for not going to nightclubs was that Roger didn’t want to go to such places only to drink juice.

It’s probably the troubles of winning a championship too young.

In addition to teammates, Cindy Crawford and her friends attended the party.

In that moment, without a doubt, Roger’s status within the team rose.

Because if you can call out a bunch of hot girls when hanging out with your brothers, believe me, they might as well call you ‘Dad.’

A standard American party always progresses to a “everyone for themselves” state in the latter half of the night.

Roger was no exception, Cindy Crawford, holding a wine glass, pulled Roger into a room with no one else around.

Cindy Crawford has always been bold, and at 30 years old, she had shed the shyness of a girl.

She left a lipstick mark on the glass and then pushed it to Roger’s lips: “You’ve had quite a bit to drink today, but this will be the most delicious one.”

As she spoke, she had already taken Roger’s hand and started dribbling.

One of the top five supermodels in the world, with a net worth of 6.9 million US Dollars, touted as the dream woman of every American man, the 30-year-old woman pulled Roger slowly down onto the bed.

She cradled Roger’s face: “How did you handle the Defensive Player of the Year?”

“Constantly attacking.”

“Constantly attacking?”

“That’s right, I’m very good at that.”

Cindy Crawford wasn’t shy but moved Roger’s dribbling hand to her own neck: “How about this?

On the basketball court, you can’t go attacking Gary’s neck, can you?”

Roger had to admit, women of this age really knew how to unlock a person’s potential.

Kidney: This is a high-level game.

On the return flight the next day, Horace Grant ordered five airplane meals, a quirk that was well-known within the team.

Every time he achieved a major victory, he always had to eat until he felt sick to feel satisfied.

Naturally, no one would step forward to stop him; it was all up to him.

Perhaps, what he really enjoyed was the feeling that no one would step in to stop him.

Shaq wasn’t in high spirits, and kept muttering: “Alcohol is the most harmful thing in this world!

It dulls your will, devours your soul.

Most importantly, it makes you weak!

I’m going to quit drinking, I’ve decided!”

Well, Roger could probably guess what had happened.

Poor 5-foot-5, 36D lady, she must have had a pretty frustrating night.

O’Neal was complaining, while teammates teased Roger: “Hey, did you set up a DV camera in the corner like last time you secretly filmed Michael?

We’re willing to crowd-fund a million to keep a private collection of Cindy Crawford’s true artistry videos.”

“Get lost, I’m not that perverted.

You know me, I only love to film men,” Roger was speechless.

Do you really think I’m a professional from the San Fernando Valley?

To be honest, his teammates were somewhat envious.

The top supermodel in America, the poster in numerous men’s homes, and yet last night she played an intense game with the barely 21-year-old Roger, a game she initiated.

Isn’t that what a true superstar is?

Only McKey was concerned about the most crucial issue: “Did you use the hot sauce?”

“Of course.”

“Good, you’re a mature man now.

But you need to be careful, Cindy is a very ambitious woman.

I shouldn’t comment on someone else’s wife, but you know, she and Juanita are cut from the same cloth,” McKey reminded.

Jordan’s current wife, Juanita, is indeed tough, suddenly showing up five months pregnant and asking Jordan to marry her.

When Jordan refused, she didn’t cry or make a scene, she calmly went through her pregnancy, and after giving birth, her lawyer informed Jordan that she had prepared all the relevant paperwork for court.

This forced Jordan to sneakily get married at three-thirty in the morning without inviting any friends or family.

If he hadn’t done that, there might have been a prequel to the Eagle, Colorado incident.

McKey was afraid that the ambitious Cindy Crawford would want to take the same route.

But Roger just waved his hand: “Don’t worry, I don’t even know if I’ll see her a second time.”

“What?”

“Who talks about love after ‘rebirth’?” Roger sneered to himself.

Right now, all Roger wanted was to happily call a few upright people for some pickup games.

When would he find a steady game partner?

Maybe when Roger truly needs a soulmate.

If my uncle isn’t in a hurry, then neither am I.

Once in Orlando, Roger listened as Eric Fleisher briefly went over the summer’s schedule.

As expected, Roger’s summer would be really busy.

Even though he wasn’t participating in the 1996 Olympics, a variety of commercial activities awaited him.

The Basketball Association had approached Roger about the Olympics before.

But Roger’s demands, which look conservative to the still conservative Basketball Association, were unacceptable—I won’t respond to just any call to action, I play in the Olympics, nothing else.

If you knew the consequences of what happened when Wang Zhizhi did that, you’d understand why the Basketball Association couldn’t accept Roger’s demands.

That’s also why there were no ulterior-motive garbage journalists around Roger, so there was no significant media uproar.