Chapter 47: The dreamy steps! The fierce battle with the charming Zhou Lingan!

On a plane from New York to Cleveland.

Wang Yan was looking at the ceiling above his head in the cabin, his expression silent but his heart was surging with emotion.

The golden man in the system space took another step upwards and logged on to the 7th step of the system.

Then,

Light circulated on the golden man, and the seventh layer of halo lit up.

[Congratulations to the host for winning the 7th step reward: Surpassing the dream footsteps of peak Hajime Olajuwon]

When Wang Yan saw this reward, he was stunned.

Then, his eyes widened instantly and he sat up straight.

The dreamlike steps to achieve the peak dream!
Damn it!
Wang Yan’s first thought was, this saves me a lot of money.

You know, after Olajuwon retired, he opened a dream footwork training class, which attracted many NBA players to attend the class. Players like James, Kobe, Yao Ming and Howard are all students from this class.

This training course has a high price, reportedly as high as US$50.

So the most direct thing is that this reward helped Wang Yan save a lot of money.

Of course, this is just ridicule.

You know, Olajuwon's footwork in the paint at his peak made anyone who came to him jump three times.

That might even be a sign of the times!

Especially Dream's dream footwork + Antetokounmpo's plus physique.

This is a perfect match, right?
There is.

Dream's dream footwork + Yao Ming's jump hook.

It is a perfect match among perfect matches.

Wang Yan could easily imagine himself using his dreamy footwork to shake off his opponent and then completing a windmill slam dunk.

A perfect fusion of technology and violence.

Also, after a series of dreamy footwork, he followed it up with a long-distance one-handed jump hook.

Dancing ballet in the restricted area!
It's simply art.

Wang Yan rubbed his hands excitedly.

I am even more looking forward to the next game.

. . .

After returning from New York, Wang Yan met an old acquaintance at the airport.

Zhou Lingan.

"Congratulations on winning Player of the Week, Wang."

Zhou Lingan had been waiting here for a long time.

However, Wang Yan noticed that Zhou Lingan did not carry any interview equipment with her, so this airport pick-up was not necessary for work.

After playing against the Knicks, Wang Yan will rest for two days in Cleveland.

During this period, Wang Yan will also complete the shooting of a new episode of Basketball Park.

"Wang, the photo shoot will start tomorrow morning. Do you want to come to my house first to familiarize yourself with the process?"

Zhou Lingan looked at Wang Yan and asked, "I specially prepared a hot pot at home. Would you like to try it?"

Since exchanging contact information with Zhou Lingan, the two have been interacting frequently in private.

We have become friends in the past few days and we communicate online every day.

"of course can."

Then Wang Yan got into Zhou Lingan's car.

Ten minutes later, we arrived at Zhou Lingan's long-term rental apartment in Cleveland.

The apartment is not small, estimated to be about 120 square meters, with two bedrooms and a living room. It can be seen that Zhou Lingan is not short of money. On the dining table in the room, there is actually an induction cooker, and next to it are Chinese hot pot bases of different flavors.

"I know you athletes can't eat oily or spicy food, so I asked a friend to bring some mushroom soup base."

Zhou Lingan took off her coat, narrowed her eyes into crescents, and said to Wang Yan with a smile.

"It's ok."

Wang Yan waved his hand: "I like spicy food."

"Okay, wait for me, I'll go change my clothes first."

Wang Yan originally thought that Zhou Lingan should change into clothes or pajamas that would be more convenient for preparing food.

But unexpectedly, the sound of high heels ticking came into my ears.

"Are you still wearing high heels at home?" Wang Yan was a little puzzled and looked in the direction of the voice.

Zhou Lingan walked out of the bedroom wearing a pair of 8 cm high backless high heels. The transparent straps revealed her white and tender insteps, as if connected to her legs, making her legs look longer. Her toes were pink and tender, as if they had been specially maintained.

She was wearing a hip skirt. Although it was not a short skirt, the long slit still reached very high at the root, and a patch of white was faintly visible as it swayed.

The upper body is also a tight design, showing her advantages to the fullest, especially the two small straps holding a large business, giving people an urge to collapse at any time.

Zhou Lingan's figure is not slim, but it is definitely well-proportioned.

"I'll serve you."

Zhou Lingan put her long hair behind her ears, came to Wang Yan, and said softly: "Just sit down, I'll go get the ingredients."

After saying that, he turned on the induction cooker and went into the kitchen to start preparing.

A man and a woman alone, living together in the same room.

At this moment, Wang Yan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

The words "I will serve you" really made Wang Yan a little agitated.

Looking at Zhou Lingan who was cutting vegetables with her hands bent, Wang Yan felt that this woman was not simple.

How to describe Zhou Lingan?

This woman is the kind that you would want to throw onto the bed and fuck her hard at the first sight of her. But even after being fucked, she still gives you an expression of wanting to refuse but also to welcome.

It's really tempting.

After cutting the vegetables, Zhou Lingan deliberately slid her fingers down her thighs in front of Wang Yan, straightening her long skirt, inadvertently revealing the charming curves of her hips and legs, and then sat opposite Wang Yan.

"I made a hot pot, you can have something spicy."

With the hot steam rising from the hot pot, Zhou Lingan looked at Wang Yan with a confused look in her eyes.

I ordered two boxes of beef rolls and some shrimp balls, and some vegetables like Chinese spinach.

It’s hard to find a decent hot pot in the United States.

And these ingredients are all authentic Chinese flavors.

This made Wang Yan feel a little bit familiar.

"Wang, congratulations on winning the Player of the Week award. I hope you can come to my place often to celebrate in the future. Please drink less."

Zhou Lingan raised her glass.

After the dishes were served, the two of them also had some wine.

Hot pot with wine.

Although it doesn't quite fit.

But mainly it’s the atmosphere.

"Wang, I heard that you live alone in the United States."

After a pause, Zhou Lingan asked directly: "So you don't have a girlfriend?"

"No."

Wang Yan answered straightforwardly: "Don't say it's gone now, we haven't talked about it before."

Wang Yan is really not lying.

In the past year, Wang Yan has been immersed in the world of basketball and really has no time to study love and women.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that it will never happen in the future.

"Then can I be your girlfriend?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Lingan felt that it was a bit abrupt, so she immediately added: "Or...what is your impression of me?"

Looking at the blurred eyes of the woman in front of me rolling in the heat, and her deep and charming eyes.

Below, a pair of perfect long legs were tightly crossed, and the white toes painted with red nail polish were sexy and perverse.

“The charm remains!”

Wang Yan blurted out.

Zhou Lingan was stunned.

I’m only 24 years old, and I have to describe myself as still charming?
However, this word is not derogatory when describing women.

This night.

Wang Yan indeed felt Zhou Lingan's charm.

It is worthy of being baptized by the passionate and unrestrained culture of the Rice Country.

Just one word:

Run!
(End of this chapter)