One Guard

Celebrating wildly in the locker room and then taking makeup photos after winning the championship, the celebration of the Mavericks players is not over.

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

Knowing that the Mavericks players were coming, the owner of this nightclub had already prepared drinks and luxurious seats. But Cuban didn't book the entire field, but hoped that others would join the Mavericks players in celebrating the championship. The more people there are, the more lively the party is.

Carrying the O'Brien Cup into the nightclub, the people reveling inside all raised their mobile phones to shoot frantically. Opportunities to get in touch with big stars are not available all the time.

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

Shirtless men, DJs with headphones, heavy drums, restless music, dim lights...everything here makes Yiyang and Vignali feel very curious.

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

People shouted Yiyang's name, hoping that this Chinese who still couldn't let go could quickly integrate into the atmosphere.

"Why don't you let them go up and dance!" Seeing the enthusiasm of the crowd, Terry shouted with a microphone, naturally referring to Yiyang and Vignari.

"Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!" Terry successfully led the crowd, under the push and crowd of people, Yiyang and Vignali were pushed out of nowhere to the dance floor.

Vignali used to be a model, and she is more or less good at dancing. But Yiyang, who grew up in a slum, can't dance.

But the people who are having fun 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 at this moment is not Yiyang, but the famous rapper Eminem.

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

Under the influence of alcohol, Yiyang also started to move. Seeing that the two were getting better, the rest of the Mavericks joined the dance floor. Yiyang gradually let go of his hands and feet, and jumped up following his teammates and Vignari.

this night,

No one will restrain the Mavericks players. No one made them have to go home to rest at eleven o'clock, and no one forbade them to drink freely. As early as in the locker room, the guys were already a little drifting.

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

Every minute, there will always be a teammate raising his glass, muttering and shouting. "Yeah, let's drink this cup!"

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...everything that's available in this store, the Mavericks players want it all. Yiyang has never experienced such a crazy party in his life, maybe only winning the championship is worthy of Yiyang's celebration.

The party went on until 1:30 in the morning before the unconscious Mavericks players were finally willing to leave.

After that guy Terry vomited out of the toilet, he went straight to jet gliding.

Seeing that "jet" "flying" crookedly on the road, Yiyang sweated for him, and dragged Terry to the sidewalk.

"Safe landing!" Terry yelled as he walked onto the sidewalk, making the rest of the Mavericks laugh.

"Let me take him back, you and your girlfriend go, leave this guy to me, no problem." Marion stepped up and took over the control of the "jet" from Yiyang.

"Then I'll trouble you to send him home, Sean." After Yiyang finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave, but Terry grabbed Yiyang's wrist.

"Don't work too late tonight." The unconscious old boy smiled badly.

"Damn!" Yi Yang shook his head, even if this guy was drunk, he still couldn't get rid of his dishonesty.

After that, everyone took a taxi and went back to their respective homes. Still sober, Marion sent Terry back first, and then left by himself. In the end, only two young people, Yiyang and Vignali, were left on the street.

Yiyang and Vignali were not drunk, but their minds were also a little dizzy. The two snuggled together, the surroundings were quiet, and the night was getting dark.

"Send me back first?" Vignali said, moving closer to Yiyang's face.

"Okay, I don't worry if you go alone."

"So are you going home today?"

Yiyang looked at the Italian girl in front of him and swallowed. "Should... want it."

After taking a taxi, the two arrived at Vignali's hotel soon. After entering the room, both of them fell down on the sofa. After drinking so much wine, even if I am not drunk, I am exhausted.

"Get some rest, do you want me to help you to bed?"

Vignali didn't answer Yiyang, but lay on the sofa and stretched out her arms, which obviously meant to hug Yiyang.

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

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

The ambiguous fragrance burst into Yiyang's nose, and Vignali, who was only wearing a tight long dress, stared at Yiyang with blurred eyes. Yiyang blushed slightly, and didn't dare to keep looking at Vignali.

After putting Vignali on the bed, Yiyang sat by the bed and did not leave immediately, as if he was engaged in some ideological struggle.

Vignali sat up and hugged Yiyang from behind. Yiyang felt that his back was soft, when did Vignari take off the inside! ?

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..." Yiyang's heart was beating crazily, even if it was the most crucial killing, Yiyang had never been so nervous.

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

"A little bit..." Yiyang was so nervous that he faltered, and simply followed Vignali's words.

Vignali suddenly turned over and threw Yiyang onto him, while she rode on Yiyang.

"Then... eat me up for you." Vignali said, lowering her head and slowly undoing the buttons on her chest one by one.

Yiyang's mind went blank, he didn't even know how he should react now. This dull Chinese boy just looked at Vignali quietly, and as the coat was peeled off, the perfect, suet-like plump body was revealed little by little before Yiyang's eyes.

Yiyang just stared at this Italian girl in a daze, and suddenly felt unreal that he was dreaming. A model, a basketball player, a girl with a worldwide following... all this, really?

Vignelli opened her arms and slowly bent down. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted lightly, and her voice came from deep in her throat. "Enjoy it slowly, champion."

The light in the bedroom was still on, but the passion between the two of them couldn't wait to finish intertwining.

The night of champions finally drew down the curtain in the midst of spring...