NOVEL NEXT Chapter 21 A New Day
When talking about Americans, it is easy to think of the NBA.
If an American has a small yard at home, most of them have a basketball hoop, and Anger's villa is no exception.
Through the French window on the second floor, he wanted to rush over for a layup, but unfortunately he was powerless.
He was double-teamed.
What was outrageous was that the opponent ignored the [No-Hand-Check rule that you cannot put your hands on the offensive player to find a fulcrum] and directly put his hands on his waist.
Anger was very troubled by the opponent's shamelessness. After all, it was a private game, and there was not even a referee.
He could only defend with his hands on the ball, and constantly use the [three threats] to test the opponent's pressing.
I'm in! I'm out again!
What a left and right jump.
At the same time, he had to use his back-to-back skills that he had practiced for more than two and a half years to resist the harassment of the defender behind him.
After Ange used his perfect tentative step for the 999th time, he finally defeated the defender in front of him and turned to focus all his firepower on the defender behind him.
This game was too brutal.
NBA has 12 minutes per quarter, four quarters, plus various substitutions and timeouts, so it can't be run for about 150 minutes. And overtime is 5 minutes per quarter.
This is the highest intensity exercise.
As a result, Ange failed to deal with the opponent in regular time and won after 1 overtime.
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A sunny morning.
Listening to the chirping of birds outside the window, Sarah opened her hazy eyes and couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality at first.
What came into view was not her old and dilapidated apartment in the slum that burned 30% of her salary every month, nor did she smell the unpleasant smell of tobacco leaves from next door, and there was no noise in her ears that must be in the morning.
Everything was too good to be true for her.
The familiar call brought Sarah back to her senses. It was her elder sister Dana's face that emerged from the white quilt opposite her.
"Good morning, Sarah."
After a moment of hesitation, Sarah came back to her senses: "Good morning, elder sister."
"Are you... okay?"
As her elder sister asked, horrible memories suddenly came to her mind. Sarah remembered everything: the horrible female zombie who looked exactly like her, and Ange's heroic rescue, and...
Sarah took a deep breath and said bravely: "I'm not afraid anymore."
Dana stretched out her white arm from the quilt and interlocked her fingers with her sister's outstretched hand.
The two sisters suddenly felt a tingling pain at the same time, and frowned at the same time. They looked at each other with a little embarrassment.
At this moment, they noticed that the TV in the room had been turned on.
At this time, the host was broadcasting gossip news:
"Oh - what a pity! This time, the person who challenged the position of the person next to Tony Stark, the tallest, richest and most handsome man in New York, was the famous female reporter Christine Avahart. Unfortunately, she still could not escape the fate of being kicked out of the house by Tony after the friendly match. The one who did it was still Miss Potts, the housekeeper of the Stark family."
"Then who will challenge Mrs. Stark's position next? Please wait and see. The betting website about whether the next challenger will succeed is XXXX."
Americans can bet on everything.
How long a certain bee and butterfly can stay around Playboy Tony is also a bet that New York citizens are keen to bet on.
For most viewers, this is an essential part of New York's daily fun.
When this fun falls on themselves, it's a bit bad.
The faces of the Lance sisters were a little stiff for a moment.
They dressed silently, tacitly not mentioning that someone had been a black gold VIP customer of all the high-end nightclubs in Gotham City, and walked out of the door hand in hand after a long time.
Who knew that as soon as I went out, I saw a row of twelve maids waiting at the door, bowing and saying, "Good morning, Miss Lance."
"Good morning." The two replied slightly stiffly.
Are you here?
Are you finally here?
Are you trying to get rid of me?
That's right, Ange doesn't owe us sisters anything.
We're done with it.
...
The air was unusually quiet, and the two sides just stood there in a daze for several seconds. The oldest maid in the maid team stood up and said, "Miss Sarah Lance, please give me your instructions."
"Instructions?"
What instructions?
The head maid seemed to see Sarah's confusion and reminded her: "According to the order of Master Ange, Miss Sarah Lance, you are already the housekeeper of this house, and all of our servants need to listen to your orders."
"Ah!" Sarah, whose brain was down, remembered that Ange seemed to have said this. In the embarrassment, she reacted quickly: "Nothing, let's do it as usual!"
"Okay." The head maid led a group of maids who were at least school beauties, and they all knelt down in unison, and then filed out.
In the second-floor hall full of modern painting style, only the Lance sisters were left.
They looked at each other.
"Sarah, it seems that I will be the secretary in the future, and you will be the housekeeper."
"Yeah."
The two sisters were a little absent-minded, especially Sarah, who took a while to accept her new identity.
Following the guidance of the maid, they came to the underground training ground and greeted Louis and several bodyguards. As soon as they entered, they saw Ange who was practicing martial arts with a knife.
He was so focused that he performed every movement meticulously.
Hundreds and thousands of times, his movements did not change at all, just like the movements of a robot.
After completing a thousand swings of the knife, Ange noticed the arrival of the two sisters.
When they met again, the two sisters' faces turned red at the same time, which was rare.
Sarah didn't dare to look at Ange's face. Strictly speaking, she and Ange met for the first time yesterday. Maybe many American girls like to indulge, but they are conservative.
Sarah held back for a long time before she said, "Did you sleep well last night?"
"No. I didn't sleep enough." Ange said bluntly, choking Sarah.
Without waiting for her to reply, Ange suddenly showed a bright and handsome smile: "But for you sisters, I am willing to sleep less."
The next moment, the two sisters' faces were as red as a steamed red shrimp.
Unable to hold back any longer, they ran away with crab-like awkward steps.
After Ange finished practicing martial arts, he glanced at the progress bar in the system with satisfaction. After drying his body, he came to the restaurant and read today's "Gotham Daily" while having breakfast.
After reading the first four pages, Ange couldn't help but wonder, what did he read?
According to the news on the Internet, last night a mysterious woman in a bat costume destroyed a large arms smuggling operation in Falcone. A woman in a strange black and white spider costume overturned dozens of clown gangs and stopped a grand destruction.
There was also a crazy woman dressed as a clown who robbed a tanker truck and crashed into a train carrying dangerous goods parked next to a chemical plant. The explosion caused could be seen thirty kilometers away.
The mayor said that the citizens of Gotham don't have to worry, and the carefree people of Canada are the ones who need to worry.
So many big things in one night, and then what about the newspaper?
From caring about why Bruce Wayne hasn't picked up girls recently, to the birth of two goats in the Gotham Zoo, to Ange seems to have picked up the lead singer of the original Black Mask Club.
Anyway, the whole newspaper exists only to discuss one point of view-no big things happened yesterday!
This is really ironic!