Nie Chuan's throat was almost unable to make any sound, and Reese finally hugged him and kissed him with satisfaction.

Fortunately, he had slept for a few hours before, otherwise Nie Chuan really suspected that he would faint.

It was already past seven in the evening, and Nie Chuan was really hungry. If he wasn't allowed to eat, he felt like he would faint.

Nie Chuan stood up and just as he put on his pants, his lower back started to ache. He glared at Reese who was standing beside him. Reese was clearly in high spirits and casually took his coat and put it on his shoulders.

They went directly to the hotel restaurant, and Nie Chuan ordered a steak, a bowl of pasta, and various snacks.

After ordering, he looked at Reese and said, "You'll pay for it, right?"

"Of course. Would you like another serving of chocolate pudding?" Reese raised his eyebrows slightly.

Nie Chuan certainly understood the implication of "chocolate" in Reese's mouth: "I don't need it!"

"Then I want it." Reese said, deliberately revealing the tip of his tongue and licking his upper lip.

There was no expression on his face. Although he had an abstinent temperament, he used such a subtle action to stir Nie Chuan's emotions.

At the table next to them were two young girls, who kept turning their heads to look at them.

Nie Chuan didn't care at first, but after seeing how Reese and Nie Chuan were getting along, the two girls either chuckled or whispered to each other.

This made Nie Chuan feel restrained, and he became very careful in answering whatever Reese asked him.

Soon, the steak came up. Nie Chuan was very hungry, so he picked up the knife, cut a big piece and put it into his mouth.

"Slow down, you look like you just came from a refugee camp."

"Hmm... Hmm..." Although Nie Chuan nodded, he ate most of the steak in three bites.

Elegance doesn't suit Nie Chuan, he just wants to fill his stomach quickly.

The pasta came, and Nie Chuan rolled it with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth.

"You've been eating a lot lately."

"Yeah! I get hungry very easily! And... it's also your fault!" Nie Chuan looked at Reese with some resentment.

Nie Chuan actually felt great about having sex with Reese...but everything has its limits, so everything should be done in moderation.

"I'm already very restrained." Reese lowered his eyes and cut the steak slowly.

"Moderation? Are you sure you know how to exercise moderation?" Nie Chuan's voice couldn't help but rise half an octave. "From the time we returned to the hotel to the time I woke up, it was more than four hours. Do you think you exercised moderation?"

Although Nie Chuan's voice was not loud, it was loud enough for the two girls to hear clearly.

They looked at Nie Chuan stupidly, with surprise in their eyes.

Nie Chuan quickly explained to them: "I mean playing games."

After saying this, Nie Chuan felt that he didn't even believe this reason.

Then the two girls laughed and continued eating their food.

Reese on the other side said calmly: "Actually, you don't need to explain this to them."

Nie Chuan ignored Reese. He really didn't want to see things like "The Devil's Woods" or "Black 24 Hours" on the Internet anymore.

It only took Nie Chuan twenty minutes to finish all the food in front of him.

Nie Chuan touched his stomach, raised his head, and let out a contented sigh.

Reese, on the other side, put down his knife and fork politely and looked at Nie Chuan: "Let's go back to the room. I can still play games with you."

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"What game?" Nie Chuan asked lazily.

"It's the game you just mentioned." Reese supported his chin with one hand and looked at Nie Chuan with a faint smile on his lips that ordinary people could not detect.

Nie Chuan finally realized what Reese meant: "Play by yourself! I want to sleep!"

"I don't have to get up early tomorrow morning anyway."

"I need to sleep for twelve hours!" Nie Chuan said seriously.

Reese smiled and just raised his hand to signal the waiter to sign the bill. He lowered his head, signed his name on the bill in a cool manner, and stood up.

At this time, the two girls at the next table also came over.

"Well, we're sorry to bother you, but we are your fans! We will be there to cheer you on at the next game!"

"Thank you!" Nie Chuan felt a little embarrassed.

"Can I take a picture with you two?"

"Of course!" Nie Chuan answered without thinking, and then he remembered that the other party's request also included Reese.

Reese nodded, pulled Nie Chuan over, and put his left hand on Nie Chuan's shoulder.

The two fans were one on the left side of Reese and one on the right side of Nie Chuan.

"Do you want me to send you the photos?" one of the girls asked Nie Chuan.

Just as Nie Chuan was about to answer, Reese spoke first: "No need, you guys keep them. I have so many photos with Nie Chuan that my phone can't store them all."

After saying that, he hooked Nie Chuan's collar from behind and took him away.

"Hey, why don't you want a photo of me and you?"

"Do you really want it? Wait a minute and when we get back to the room, I can take a few more photos with you, the kind that other fans will never be able to take."

Although the tone was emotionless, Nie Chuan knew very well that the other party was teasing him.

"If you want to take pictures, take them yourself!"

"Why? Do you really want that female fan's phone number?"

Reese suddenly turned around and they stopped in front of the elevator.

"Huh? When did I say I wanted that female fan's phone number?" Nie Chuan once again felt that his brain circuits were different from Reese's.

"Isn't it? She asks you if you want photos, and you say yes. The next step is to ask for your cell phone number, and you tell her. Then when she sends the photos, you have her cell phone number."

"Oh! So that's how it is!" Nie Chuan showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

At this time, the elevator door opened and the two of them walked away.

When they arrived at the door, they found that the well-known sports reporter Mr. Lin En was standing at the door of the room.

"Mr. Lin En?" Nie Chuan tilted his head.

Ever since Mr. Lin En saw the relationship between Nie Chuan and Larven, he has been paying attention to Nie Chuan's growth.

Mr. Lin En had been at the scene for the previous two games, watching Nie Chuan's success. Although he was planning to write a column about Nie Chuan, due to the agreement between him and Reese, imposing the halo of fame and fortune on Nie Chuan too early would affect his growth, so Mr. Lin En temporarily kept the column in his mind.

But after today's game, not only the audience, but also Mr. Lin En could no longer hold back. He hoped that all the people who liked basketball could see Nie Chuan's brilliance like him.

"I'm here tonight to seek Nie Chuan's opinion on whether he can be interviewed by me. It won't be complicated, just brief." Mr. Lin En's attitude was very sincere.

Nie Chuan was stunned. A famous sports reporter like Mr. Lin En actually wanted to interview him.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Reese, and Mr. Lynn also looked over.

"Whether to accept the interview or not, Nie Chuan, it's up to you to decide."

Reese opened the door to the room and invited Mr. Lynn in.

Nie Chuan sat on the bed and thought seriously, then gave Mr. Lin En an apologetic smile: "Mr. Lin En, I really want to be interviewed by you, because the industry calls you the Rolls-Royce of sports journalists. You have the vision to discover genius, which is more accurate than most NBA scouts. All the people you write about in your column have become NBA superstars. But I can't do that now."

"Why?"

"To make a Rolls-Royce run faster than other cars, it naturally needs a powerful engine. But I...have not become such a great engine yet."

"No, Nie Chuan, you already are!" Mr. Lin En handed a stack of photos to Nie Chuan, "Do you really not know how you are seen by the audience and in my eyes?"

That was the posture of Nie Chuan changing hands to dunk in the air. Although the picture was still, Nie Chuan's figure seemed to break through all the structures and rush out.

"Is it because your photography skills are so good?" Nie Chuan handed the photo over.

"What's wrong? You don't like this photo?" Mr. Lin frowned.

"No, I'm afraid that if I keep looking at my most brilliant moments, I'll become complacent and forget everything else, and then... it will always be like this."

Mr. Lin En looked at Nie Chuan for a long time, then suddenly stopped and held his face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lynn! I'm not..."

“No, I’m not angry. I understand what you mean, and this makes me look forward to your performance even more.” Mr. Lin En stood up and took back all the photos, leaving only one. “But I guess you will like this photo very much.”

After saying that, Mr. Lynn stood up and left.

Nie Chuan curiously turned over the last photo and was stunned.

It was a picture of Reese leaping into the air during the game, and in front of him were two people jumping side by side to defend him tightly. He had already retrieved the ball and passed it behind him, and Nie Chuan received the ball.

"I like photos like this." Reese lowered his head and said softly.

Nie Chuan smiled slowly: "I like this one, too."

Although Nie Chuan declined Mr. Lin's interview, the next day's "Basketball Express" published a large article about UDK's victory over KSU, and the photo of Nie Chuan breaking through Ashley and Raven's double interception and making a layup was also published in the most prominent position. This report was quite objective, analyzing the performance of UDK and KSU, without deliberately belittling either side, but just saying that this was the highest level of the finals since the start of the game.

But the last sentence of the report made Nie Chuan cover his face: UDK does not only have Reese Reddington as its trump card.

Nie Chuan glanced cautiously while eating breakfast, because he seemed to have stolen all the limelight from Reese.

But unexpectedly, Reese said, "You can cut out this report as a souvenir."