Chapter 30

"What are you muttering to yourself?" Lu Xueman glared at Yang Mo as if she could see through him.

Yang Mo, under her intense gaze, felt a bit guilty subconsciously. His eyes quickly shifted downward, catching a glimpse of the two round mounds on her chest. Damn, Lu Xueman was even wearing a tight shirt, wasn't this inviting endless fantasies? Immediately, Yang Mo chuckled and pointed at her chest, teasing, "I'm guessing, are these real?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Xueman immediately jiggled, and in an instant, ripples spread across her snow-white tight shirt... What a premium quality! Soft, bouncy, and elastic, and so big, the perfect weapon!

Yang Mo subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Pervert, there's not a single good man," Lu Xueman said bluntly.

"What do you know? Confucius said that food and sex are human nature. Besides, you dress so sexy, and you don't even allow people to fantasize? You haven't really done anything to me, have you?" Yang Mo firmly stood on the side of men, defending himself. After saying that, he added, "Miss Lu Xueman, could it be that you've been dumped by a man?"

"Tch!" Lu Xueman snorted, "There's not a single good man, I'm too lazy to interact with any of you."

Hearing this, Yang Mo suddenly realized, exclaiming, "So you're a 'lesbian,' no wonder you hate men so much."

"You're the one who's a lesbian, your whole family is a bunch of lesbians. Just because I don't like men doesn't mean I like women."

"Then... do you plan to live alone forever?"

"Living alone is better than being abandoned by you men." As Lu Xueman spoke, she became increasingly agitated, "Anyway, there's not a single good man."

After saying that, she got up and quickly left.

Yang Mo was stunned. He didn't think he had said anything wrong. Why did she suddenly get so angry? Weren't they just talking about gender relations? Could this girl have been through some trauma?

Yang Mo couldn't help but wonder what had happened to make Lu Xueman so hateful towards men.

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure it out, but he remembered something else: she didn't like men, and she wasn't a lesbian. Could it be... she was still a virgin?

The thought made Yang Mo feel a strange sense of joy, but it quickly faded: Forget it, this girl is too fierce. It's better to stick to business and not get involved with her in any other way.

Soon, the waiter brought the dinner. Yang Mo hastily chewed a few pieces of the rare steak, still dripping with blood, and quickly paid the bill and left.

The next day, Yang Mo practiced three-point shots at the training camp all day.

On the third morning, Lu Xueman came and took Yang Mo to fly to New York. The whole way, she didn't say a word to Yang Mo, making him feel like her enemy. This made Yang Mo somewhat regretful. He originally thought he had found a cheap agent, but now it seemed more like a beautiful bomb.

Upon arriving in New York, Lu Xueman immediately contacted the league officials. Using some unknown means, she secured a seat for Yang Mo at a front round table, which was extremely difficult for an unknown player like him.

In the afternoon, Lu Xueman met with the Miami Heat's general manager, Pat Riley, and negotiated with him in a very aggressive manner. During the meeting, Yang Mo felt several times that Pat Riley would be intimidated by Lu Xueman's aggressive stance, but in the end, she managed to get an additional two million dollars in the contract.

After the meeting, Lu Xueman even congratulated Pat Riley, saying, "Mr. Riley, I'm glad to have the opportunity to work with you. You will gain great fame by having my player, Yang Mo, on your team. This will be the most glorious chapter in your career as a manager. However... we cannot guarantee that we will definitely report to Miami, as the great basketball god, Michael Jordan, has shown a strong interest in my player. He has even indicated that he is willing to pick Yang Mo with the first-round draft pick. You know Michael's personality; he never gives up on the court."

After saying that, she shook hands with the now stiff-faced Pat Riley and turned to leave.

After Lu Xueman left, Yang Mo awkwardly apologized to Pat Riley, "Sorry, sir, I didn't expect her to be so aggressive, actually..."

"It's okay, Yang." Pat Riley patted Yang Mo's shoulder and turned to comfort him, "Business is business. Your agent is excellent, even though she put me in a difficult position, I admire her. You don't need to worry about this; our cooperation is on the court, and everything off the court is not your concern."

"Thank you." Yang Mo quickly shook his hand.

After a few pleasantries, he quickly ran to catch up with Lu Xueman.

When he caught up with Lu Xueman, Yang Mo didn't have time to criticize her before she started criticizing him, "You just went to apologize to Pat Riley, didn't you?"

"You're too aggressive..."

"This has nothing to do with being aggressive; this is business. Pursuing the maximum benefit is our rule. Chinese social norms don't work here." Lu Xueman stopped and said seriously, "You're not professional. If you do this again, I won't take you to any business negotiations."

"I'm your boss... can't you be a bit nicer?" Yang Mo complained.

"I'm your agent, not your wife; I don't need to flatter you all the time." Lu Xueman's tone was still serious.

Hearing this, Yang Mo chuckled and put his hand on Lu Xueman's shoulder, saying, "Then why don't you just be my wife?"

Yang Mo's hand on Lu Xueman's shoulder, his hard chest pressed against hers, and he could feel her body tremble, a very strong physiological reaction. But then, Lu Xueman turned her head with a stern face, "Let go, or I'll sue you for sexual harassment."

"Just a joke, we're both Chinese, no need to be so cold, right?" Yang Mo mumbled and reluctantly let go of his arm.

When Yang Mo let go, a hint of disappointment flashed across Lu Xueman's face, and she quickened her pace.

Seeing her like this, Yang Mo couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Clearly wants me to hug her, yet acts so proper. Clearly needs a man but keeps people at a distance, this is clearly suppressing her nature. Eventually, it will lead to hormonal imbalance and early aging."

The next afternoon, Lu Xueman led Yang Mo into Madison Square Garden, which was already packed with people, including agents, team managers, and media reporters.

Lu Xueman led Yang Mo through the crowd, heading towards the press seats, and whispered to him, "You'll have your first interview soon, be professional."

"Exclusive interview?" Yang Mo was stunned, "What do you mean?"

"I used a lot of connections to get a reporter from CCTV to give you a five-minute exclusive interview, which might be broadcast live. You need to perform well; this will affect your commercial prospects in China, understand?"

"Uh!" Yang Mo nodded. He suddenly felt a bit nostalgic for the freedom he had before having an agent, when he could make all the decisions himself without being so controlled.

But what could he do? She was doing it for his own good.

Feeling frustrated, Yang Mo could only fantasize in his mind: Damn Lu Xueman, one day, I'll pin you down and give you a good lesson.

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