Chapter 3: Transform into a shark?
Yang Mo returned to the Maserati with the help of Zhou Yiyi. He was already in a state of confusion. He had no idea where he was, let alone his direction.
Buzz!!
The Maserati started up suddenly, and a gust of cold night wind blew on Yang Mo's face, instantly blowing away the alcohol smell lingering around his mouth. His consciousness also became much clearer.
"You knew that the couple would appear here, right?" Yang Mo took the opportunity to ask Zhou Yiyi while the alcohol had not yet taken over his mind.
"Yes!" Zhou Yiyi did not deny it and quickly gave a positive answer.
"Oh!" Yang Mo nodded. At this time, he was already getting drunk. Before his mind was completely invaded, he said sincerely: "Thank you!"
"Who wants your thanks?" Zhou Yiyi heard this and suddenly raised his voice. He turned his head and warned seriously: "Yang Mo, I tell you, I don't want your thanks, I just want you. Now the whole world knows that you are my boyfriend, you must be responsible, understand?"
Unfortunately, the only answers she got were the whistling sound caused by the speed of the car and Yang Mo's snoring, which was as light as a mosquito's hum.
After slowing down and making sure Yang Mo was asleep, Zhou Yiyi slowly showed a bitter smile on her face. She turned her head and looked at the sleeping Yang Mo. She whispered: Why are you so stubborn? I have said that Yan Li is not a good woman. You insisted on being so devoted to her before. Do you regret it now? Do you know who loves you the most?
The car was driving very slowly, almost like the old couple taking a stroll. Zhou Yiyi didn't want to end this time alone so quickly. She really had so many things she wanted to say to Yang Mo.
By the time she finished talking about the grievances and lingering feelings that she had suppressed in her heart over the years, it was already one in the morning. At this time, the Maserati also stopped downstairs of Yang Mo's house at just the right time.
The car stopped, but Yang Mo still didn't wake up. He drank a little too much tonight.
Zhou Yiyi saw that Yang Mo was so drunk that he could only take off his high heels and slowly help Yang Mo out of the car. Then he walked upstairs with great difficulty. After putting Yang Mo on the bed with great difficulty, Zhou Yiyi was already exhausted and panting. He had no choice but to lie on the bed with Yang Mo.
When Zhou Yiyi lay down beside Yang Mo, and her chest rose and fell with Yang Mo's breathing, she began to feel that the atmosphere was somewhat ambiguous . Gradually, her breathing began to become rapid. This was her first time lying on a man's bed.
Soon, the space between her lips and teeth became drier and drier, and she could clearly feel that all she was breathing in and out was white hot air.
So, she took off her clothes with great difficulty, exposing Victoria's limited edition bra to the air. She thought Yang Mo was already asleep, and there was no one else in the room. Besides, even if he saw her, what would it matter? At most, she would lose her first time. The thinking of a female man is so tough.
Thinking of this, she felt very calm about delaying. Anyway, she couldn't wait to become Yang Mo's woman.
After taking off her clothes, she didn't feel the heat in her body subside, but it burned even more intensely. She wanted to leave this steaming hot room, but she couldn't move her legs. She didn't know what happened.
After struggling, she took off her pants. After she felt it was still hot, she took off all her clothes.
In her opinion, since Yang Mo couldn't see it, it was the same as not taking it off.
At this moment, when Zhou Yiyi was confused by her still hot body and rapid and hot breathing, Yang Mo suddenly emitted a burst of colorful light from her chest, and then turned over without warning and pressed down on her body. Zhou Yiyi didn't even have time to scream, and Yang Mo quickly tore off all the obstacles on her body.
No! No! Mo Ge'er, how could you be like this?
When Zhou Yiyi came to his senses and issued a warning, it was already too late because Yang Mo's body had already entered.
The moment he entered, Zhou Yiyi felt extreme pain and felt as if he was being torn apart.
But soon, a warm and comfortable feeling filled her whole body. As she pumped back and forth , she felt as if her whole life was complete. She had never felt so full and fulfilled before.
She liked this feeling of fullness, so she couldn't help but moan.
The battle lasted for a long time, and the satisfied moans filled the quiet early morning for a long time under the gaze of the starry sky.
It was unknown how long it had been, but under the intense stimulation and friction of the movement couldn't hold back his semen and it all came out. With Yang Mo's last "heart-stirring blow", Zhou Yiyi, who had already been like mud, couldn't help but let out a high-pitched howl, and then he fell into a numb coma.
At the same time, Yang Mo's soul was instantly pulled away at that moment, and then he felt that he was in a colorful space. Just as he was about to ask what happened , he heard an inhuman metallic voice: Mission started. Mission name: Refuse to sweep. Mission reward, 60% of Shaquille O'Neal's power.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Mo once again felt his soul being pulled out of the colorful space, and then he felt a buzzing in his ears, and then he found himself in a stadium full of people. After looking around, Yang Mo was stunned - all around him were strangers he didn't know, and this was not China at all, all were English letters or blondes and black people.
"What's going on? Did I travel through time?" Yang Mo muttered to himself.
Before he finished mumbling, he heard a string of fluent English: "Shaq, are you ready? Tonight is our last chance to prove ourselves. No one wants to be swept. The whole of Orlando doesn't want us to be swept out by the damn Houston people at home."
English is not strange, and it is not strange that I can understand it. What is strange is that when Yang Mo turned around, she saw a familiar face, handsome and delicate. There are not many NBA players who can use these two words to describe a person, and even fewer black players. Yes, the person who spoke was Penny Hardaway!
"Are you Penny?" Yang Mo asked in shock.
"Are you knocked out by the basketball thrown by the caddy? I'm not in the mood to tell you jokes now. Yes, I'm Hardaway, the point guard of this team!" Hardaway said impatiently. He hated O'Neal for making such boring jokes at critical moments.
"So who am I?" Yang Mo continued to ask.
"Shaquille O'Neal!" Hardaway became even more impatient.
"I am O'Neal?" Yang Mo was stunned on the spot, as if struck by lightning.
After receiving this Arabian Nights-like news, Yang Mo carefully looked at himself from head to toe. He was even more shocked because he found that his skin color had turned black without him noticing, and his body had expanded to at least 1.5 times its original size. His perspective when looking at other people also naturally turned into looking down.
drop!
Time did not give Yang Mo much time to be shocked. A sharp scream in the stadium dispersed the cheerleaders and staff in the stadium.
Now, the court belongs to the players.
However, Yang Mo or Shaquille O'Neal had no idea that the battle was about to begin.
"Let's go, Shaq."
While Yang Mo was in a daze, a short man next to him gently pushed him.
"oh!"
Yang Mo nodded absentmindedly, mechanically took off his training jacket, and followed his teammates to the center of the field. As soon as he arrived at the center of the field, a familiar face came towards him. This guy, who was obviously not a teammate, gently patted Yang Mo's shoulder and said, "Shaq, you are still young, don't be depressed, the future will be yours."
The tone was very kind, not like a fight between rivals. Instead, it sounded like an elder comforting and supporting a younger generation.
Yang Mo looked down at the man: Olajuwon?
At this moment, he finally understood one thing: the mission just now was to refuse a sweep, and historically the Rockets did sweep the Magic in the 1994-95 season finals. Could it be that I replaced O'Neal to change this history?
