328-The unexpected arrival of Paris Hilton

Since the seventh minute of the first match between the Phoenix Suns and the Los Angeles Lakers, the main point guards of both teams sat off the court and rested.

In contrast, Nash had the luck to rest for 2 minutes, but for Ace, a physically savage, it didn't matter. But Nash was passive in the offense and avoided his edge. Ace took the initiative to rest, whether it was to give Sean Livingston playing time or to really go on a rest, in short, Phil's arrangement was not discounted today.

"Finally come down," Ace said in the rest area and leaning against the water dispenser.

The players next to him were giggling, and Phil was too lazy to pay attention to Ace with a poker face. He just now also realized that Ace deliberately let go of Marion's defense and let him break into the offense at will. Although God was making trouble, he really didn't know what to say about Ace's basketball attitude.

Although the main players of the two teams were not present on the court, the attack power of both sides was not reduced at all. Kobe's defensive formation against the Suns was thunderous.

Although Nash was replaced on the other side, Marion seemed to have regained his touch, and his poor shooting posture also began to hit frequently, and Stoudemire also beat Bynum in mid-air.

Both teams seem to have found their own routine of playing ball, and are no longer being restrained by the other party. They are the kind of people you hit you and I hit me, and they do not attack or defend against their tactics.

"Hi, what do you think?"

Ace heard someone calling him behind him and was still wondering. He had no acquaintance here, and when he turned around, he almost glared out his eyes.

"Paris, why are you here?" Ace shouted in surprise.

"Let's see you play, why don't you welcome me? I came from Washington, but I'm still late. You've already started the game," Paris Hilton said with a shrugged.

"Thank you, I can watch my game." Ace was a little overwhelmed. Paris Hilton seemed to have been stuck with him. Since the last time he parted, there has been no episodes since he left, but today he suddenly ran here, which really surprised Ace.

Paris frowned and looked at Ace pitifully, just as she was crying with her mouth.

"I mean, well, this, I welcome it. I was so surprised. It was definitely an accident." Ace didn't know how to explain it. He was not in conflict with Paris Hilton now. If he was friends, he would be willing, but now he seems to be facing a lot of NV people and is a bit too busy.

"Hmph, this is almost the same." Paris pouted and hummed a few times, took out the purchased food from the ground of the stool and handed it to Ace a popcorn.

"This seems to be uneatable. You will be tested after the game later." Ace was not right to eat, nor was he eating. He absolutely believed that the big screen at this time, or the reporters on the sidelines were definitely holding up the camera on his shoulders to take pictures of him in this direction.

The media that had just calmed down seemed to have targeted Ace, the news king. It was not long after the last Ace's hearing ended, and this was ambiguous relationship with the King of Storm and NV Paris Hilton on the court. These reporters have already figured out the title.

"Then do you eat or not?" Paris doesn't care whether anyone is paying attention to her. She can now have a heart-warming love story with Ace.

"I lost to you" What else can Ace do? He can only eat the popcorn huā of Paris' fingertips.

No matter what the media is, how could he be timid as a man? If he doesn't eat, it will definitely be Paris Hilton who is embarrassed, and at most he will be an indecent name.

"I'm so good, I'll tell you a secret. I ordered all the tickets for the Lakers' playoffs, whether they are away or at home, or at my position," Paris said with a happy face.

‘No, isn’t Avril in this position? Even if you change tickets, Avril cannot sell the ticket to Paris, right?’ After hearing Paris’s words, Ace looked at her with a strange look on his face.

"Do you want to ask, this position should be Avril's, how could it be changed to me?" How could Paris such a smart NV person not know what Ace is thinking? In simple terms, she knew what he was pulling.

"Uh-huh"

"Avril bought the regular season, and I bought it from the playoffs. Let me tell you, now the seats in the whole game are the most expensive in the black market." Paris looked arrogant and almost lifted her chin to the same level as the basket.

"Okay, you won, by the way, why are you going to Washington for?" Ace was idle too. He didn't have to play now. The teammates next to him looked at the situation on the court with a serious look on his face. Whether he really cared or not, Ace didn't care, and he was happy to chat with Paris.

"Business secret, but you really want to know, I can tell you too." Paris said and handed Ace a popcorn.

Eat one and eat one, and eat two and three, so Ace is too lazy to care about it.

"All right, I'm bigger than two people in the business side, and they're all doing it at home." Ace didn't want to inquire about any business operations, just playing basketball for a day would be like something.

"I think many partners who want to make a fortune through you must be disappointed. You are just a guy who has a lot of money." Paris has investigated Ace in detail, but there are many people who are studying Ace now. Whether it is studying how to deal with him on the basketball court, he is also studying how he has become the most profitable guy at the moment. Forbes ranked 19th in the rich list, which is just his two independent companies.

Of course, Ace is also the most profitable sports star at the moment. He attended not many events and did not have many advertisements, but no one could stop him from making money. Just a few advertisements made money from others for several lifetimes. Ace took the Jing product route, and he didn't even look at those small brands of advertisements.

Just as the two were chatting casually, the first quarter on the court had already ended. Before Ace could think of how time passed, he chatted for a few words, and the first quarter was over.

Yes, I wish I could break 24 seconds into eight pieces when I was on the court, but off the court, a 12-minute game was usually just going to the bathroom to solve the problem of a large size. If I add chou cigarettes, the half game might be over.

It wasn't easy for Ace to chat with Paris for a while. He hurried over to listen to Phil's arrangements. You should know that Nash did not play after the first quarter, but he would definitely lead the team again at the beginning of the second quarter, so he would continue to play.

I have never heard of Phil's tactical arrangements before, so I have to listen to it no matter what I say. After all, it is the playoffs, so at least I have to give you some face.

When it comes to giving face, I can't blame Ace. This guy lives completely in his own circle and is completely deaf about things outside. He can only make a few polite words when he is not familiar with you, and then continue chatting with his friends on his own.

"I'm willing to come here," Kobe wiped his sweat and said to Ace. He was absolutely sorry for Ace, and even cherished this friend even more than Phil.

"Whatever you said, we are clearly aware of it." Ace quickly squatted beside him with a smile on his face, listening to Phil's tactical arrangements later.
Chapter completed!