Basketball miracles

Chapter 72 [It's so good!]

It was already past midnight when Xiao Tu got home. Madonna, who rarely stays up late, was still awake, watching TV and waiting for him to come home.

Xiao Tu had already taken a nap on the plane and was full of energy.

He flew from Philadelphia back to Los Angeles, and due to the strange time difference, the six-hour flight time was reduced by three hours. The continental United States spans four time zones, from UTC+5 to UTC+8, each corresponding to a standard time, which is quite puzzling.

Xiao Tu casually tossed his bag onto the table and asked with a smile, "Why aren't you asleep yet? Don't you have to get up early for dance practice tomorrow?"

"I'm taking a day off tomorrow, I'm so excited I can't sleep, I'm just waiting for you to come back. Come over and smell how I've changed!" Madonna said seductively, reclining on her side on the sofa and beckoning.

"Since you've said that, your scent must have changed." Xiao Tu sat on the sofa, took a deep breath, and was immediately stunned.

A background music instantly popped into his head: "You are the wind, I am the sand, entwined and inseparable, circling the ends of the earth."

Xiao Tu knew Madonna must have used the shower gel from the treasure chest, but he hadn't expected it to enhance her body odor so strongly. It wasn't like the expensive perfume Madonna used; it was more like a light floral scent, the kind that attracts butterflies.

If this were ancient China, Madonna could enter the palace and receive the title of "Fragrant Concubine." Then, with the help of a wild princess, she would elope with Mondan, who looks a lot like Captain Marvel, and they would embark on a poignant love story.

Not only did it smell good, but when Xiao Tu touched it, he also noticed that the hair on her legs was gone and her skin was smooth.

Madonna slapped Xiao Tu's thigh. "What are you thinking? Don't I smell nice?"

"Yes, it smells really good," Xiao Tu exclaimed.

Women are indeed complicated; after showering, they typically go through many steps, from head to toe, taking care of their skin. If ordinary people who enjoy skincare do this, imagine how much more so female celebrities?
Madonna was unusually happy tonight; she wore light makeup and didn't wear pajamas, but instead changed into a thin dress.

She became much more attractive after using the special-effect shower gel and was extremely satisfied with her physical condition.

The abundance of body hair among Western women is a distinctive feature, and the shower gel reward Xiao Tu received is perfectly suited for Madonna, directly compensating for a major physical defect of hers.

Madonna's previous photobook was criticized for having excessive body hair, making her look like a man, which was quite embarrassing.

Xiao Tu completely agreed. Madonna had more body hair on her arms and legs than he did, ridiculously more. One night, he was half asleep and wondered if he was sleeping with a giant golden retriever.

Madonna has to remove her body hair every now and then; it just has to get too long. Even if her fans don't care, it makes her uncomfortable. Especially her armpit hair—it grows like crazy if she doesn't take care of it.

In addition, Europeans and Americans tend to have a stronger body odor than Asians, which Xiao Tu finds very unpleasant. During games, some of his opponents' odor was so strong it made him feel nauseous, like a biological weapon.

Madonna's Italian heritage is a good thing; she's fine when she doesn't sweat, but when she does, she does have a bit of an odor.

In the United States, women are required to use various perfumes, while men use cologne; both are daily necessities.

Whether it was because of his mixed race or the perks of time travel, Xiao Tu didn't have any body odor.

Later studies showed that 95% of East Asians (including Chinese, Japanese, Koreans, etc.) do not have body odor. In contrast, populations in Europe, America, and Africa have a relatively lower incidence of this gene mutation, resulting in more active apocrine glands and naturally stronger body odor.

The shower gel that Xiao Tu received as a reward for winning the game helped Madonna reduce a lot of her life's troubles; she fell in love with it after just one use.

Madonna asked, "Where do you buy your shower gel? I even washed off my body hair. Sometimes I have to spend 4 hours removing all my body hair before a performance. If shower gel can solve this problem, I will never need clippers or wax again."

Xiao Tu smiled and said, "Like the premium lychees, it's something you can't buy anywhere else."

"How could you not be able to buy it? Why did you tear open the outer packaging? You could have just looked at the brand."

Where did the brand come from? If it has a brand and a production date, then this thing might cause a temporal and spatial disorder.

Xiao Tu was having a headache about how to explain it to Madonna, but he still sent the things out.

There's no other way; it's all for my own comfort.

Western women really need this kind of body wash. Don't even mention Madonna; Jennifer Connelly has quite a bit of body hair too. I noticed that when she was filming the Snickers commercial. I reckon in less than two years, Jennifer will be a hairy fairy.

Xiao Tu hugged her and said, "When I received it, there was no outer packaging and I couldn't see the brand. Don't ask, it's a secret. I can assure you that using this will not cause any harm."

Madonna rolled her eyes. "Another one from one of your friends? It's not that Chinese guy again, is it?" "No, I don't know how to explain, so I'll just leave it at that. Anyway, I won't hurt you. Use this shower gel sparingly, I'll give it to you when I get another one. I don't know how long the scent will last, you can wait until the smell fades before using it again."

Madonna nodded. Since it was such a precious item, she would just use store-bought shower gel when she showered.

A smart woman won't pry too deeply into things. Xiao Tu surprises her every now and then; isn't that wonderful?

Xiao Tu wasn't incapable of making up a reason, but lies would be exposed sooner or later, so it was better to remain silent. Madonna, on the other hand, knew that Xiao Tu would speak when he wanted to, and asking him about things he didn't want to say would only make him uncomfortable.

They have a great understanding and have never argued since they met.

Xiao Tu knew perfectly well that this was cutting-edge technology; this kind of shower gel wouldn't be available forty years from now. Perhaps the reward from the treasure chest was something that wouldn't exist in the distant future, and he had drawn it from the lottery.

Xiao Tu wasn't a big mouth, but he didn't want to keep secrets completely because of his unique personal circumstances. He wanted a carefree life, without having to worry about too many things, and certainly without needing to be overly anxious.

After a moment's thought, he decided it wouldn't hurt to reveal a little information.

I can travel through timelines without having to be careful!

Madonna isn't stupid; if she has good stuff, she'll keep it to herself. Why would she tell others?
Even if many people know I have secrets, know that I'm abnormal and have superhuman abilities, I'll still live my life as usual.

Even if people from official U.S. agencies believe I'm an alien and are planning to capture me and dissect me for research, it's not a big deal.

I can just take a nap and leave the 80s behind, then go play basketball in 2003. It's not like I'll lose a piece of my body. At worst, I'll just stop coming here, and that'll be one less place to farm treasure chests.

By then, I will have gained experience and will no longer easily trust others or share secrets with them.

Xiao Tu has never been a coward. Larry Bird, who suffers from social anxiety, is incredibly arrogant and constantly spews insults at people. How could he, a transmigrator, be any worse than a patient?

Madonna asked, "Would you like to shower with me next time? This shower gel feels so nice."

They showered together many times; Madonna's house has a very spacious bathtub, which was a real treat.

Xiao Tu shuddered and shook his head vigorously. "No. Although I'd love to experience it, as an NBA center, if I were hairless and exuding a fresh scent on the basketball court... do you think that's a good idea?"

That's hilarious.

"Hahaha. You'd better not use it... Hahaha, I like how you smell right now, you don't need it."

Madonna couldn't stop laughing at the thought of what Xiao Tu might encounter in the Lakers' locker room.

After the game, the players walked back to the locker room arm in arm. Magic Johnson sniffed the air and grinned like a fool: "Bro, you were awesome today... no, bro, you smell amazing."

The imagery was so impactful, so undeniably gay. Xiao Tu thought about it, and it was as if the intro to Wham!'s "Careless Whisper" was playing in his ears.

If Xiao Tu does that, where will his intimidation factor be when he plays basketball in the future?

Xiao Tu was also a little annoyed by this. It was clearly a reward he won for winning the game, but he couldn't use it. What kind of situation was that?

He secretly sighed, thinking that it would be better to give him fewer of these everyday items as rewards in the future, and instead give him some delicious, energy-boosting fruit. He wouldn't get tired of eating fruit, and it would be good for his game.

Xiao Tu can quickly recover his stamina in both matches and training, and no matter how disciplined other players are, they can't compare to him.

The two chatted for a while before going into the bedroom, their interaction sweet and intimate. Although Xiao Tu had just played a game that night against a famous inside star, he didn't mind another intense session.

Madonna didn't stay up all night waiting for him to come home just to chat. Even if she might be sore all over the next day, she wanted to achieve harmony in life.

Soon, Xiao Tu was once again convinced that the shower gel he had found in the brass treasure chest was indeed a magical artifact. If word got out, women in Europe and America would go crazy for it.

His feeling tonight was completely different; there was no particular way to describe it, it just tasted amazing.

(End of this chapter)