Chapter 32

Yang Mo stretched out his hands to cup his face and quickly rubbed it, so that his tear marks would not be seen by them. He then smiled and said, "Hey, guys, stop messing with me. What other surprises do you have in store?"

"We're not messing with you at all," Eric Gordon said earnestly. "We've never played tricks on you."

"You'll see when the time comes," Westbrook added.

"Wow!" At this moment, Gordon suddenly noticed Lu Xueman standing beside Yang Mo. He pointed at her and exclaimed in surprise, "She's so beautiful. Is she your girlfriend?"

"…No…"

Before Yang Mo could speak, Lu Xueman, for some reason, hooked her arm around his and said, "Yes, guys, I'm his girlfriend. Didn't he tell you?"

"Hey, Yang, how could you do this?" Westbrook shouted, playfully punching Yang Mo and pointing at Lu Xueman. "Why didn't you introduce us to such a beautiful girlfriend earlier?"

"I…" Yang Mo really didn't know what to say.

At this moment, the usually quiet Derrick Rose pulled on Lu Xueman's sleeve and whispered, "Do you have a sister or an older sister? I don't have a girlfriend yet."

Tsk!

When the introverted Derrick Rose said this, the three of them simultaneously gave him the middle finger. The atmosphere suddenly became very lively, instantly dispelling the previous sad mood.

"I do have a sister," Lu Xueman said, immediately piquing the interest of the three, who all opened their mouths wide, waiting for her to continue. Unexpectedly, she changed the subject: "But… she's only eight years old."

Oh, man!

The three of them simultaneously clutched their heads and shouted. Indeed, the body language of black people was the most vivid among the three races, though a bit exaggerated.

After chatting with the three for a while, Yang Mo asked them about the surprise, but they refused to say anything, repeatedly using the excuse, "You'll see later." After a while, the draft was about to start, so they returned to their seats at the front.

After the three left, Yang Mo and Lu Xueman sat down. Lu Xueman asked Yang Mo curiously, "Are you very close to them?"

"After a comeback battle, our relationship became much better," Yang Mo nodded. He was also puzzled as to why their relationship had suddenly become so good. Perhaps it was because during that game, they had placed their hands on top of each other in a desperate situation, forming an amazing默契 (rapport) and trust.

"You must make good use of it. Maintaining such a network can bring you more benefits," Lu Xueman said in a very 'business-like' tone.

Yang Mo didn't like this at all and said sternly, "They are my friends, not tools for me to gain benefits. Don't say such things in the future; I don't like it."

After Yang Mo scolded her, Lu Xueman surprisingly didn't argue back. Yang Mo paused for a moment and then asked, "Hey, by the way, do you even understand what friendship is?"

"No!" Lu Xueman shook her head without hesitation and said, "I've never had friends from childhood to now."

"You really are…" Yang Mo was about to say, "quite pitiful," but seeing Lu Xueman's sad expression, he swallowed the last part and said, "quite a pity."

"There's nothing to pity. I'm fine this way," Lu Xueman forced a smile, but there was still an indescribable sense of loss.

Yang Mo suddenly became very interested in her. A woman who had no friends from childhood and who deeply hated men—what kind of tragic experience could have caused this? So, he asked, "Didn't you say you would tell me your story? You can say it now."

"Forget it," Lu Xueman shook her head and pointed to the stage, changing the subject. "Stern is here; the draft has started."

Seeing that she didn't want to talk about it, Yang Mo didn't press further.

After a long speech, Stern stood on the stage, took a small envelope from below, and loudly announced, "In the 2008 NBA Draft, the first overall pick, the Chicago Bulls have selected… the point guard from the University of Memphis… Derrick Rose!!"

When Derrick Rose's name was called first, the audience burst into applause. This result was not surprising, but Michael Beasley, who was in front, looked slightly disappointed.

After hugging his family and friends, Derrick Rose hugged Westbrook and Gordon, and then specially walked to the back to hug Yang Mo before quickly running up to the stage and putting on the Bulls cap.

On stage, he shook hands with Stern, said a few polite words, and then walked to the podium to give his speech: "Thank you, Chicago, thank you to my coaches, thank you to my friends and family, I love you all. I will bring my talent to Chicago, and I will be the best rookie this year. And… finally, I want to recommend a player to all the general managers in the league, my brother from China, Yang. He is an excellent rebounder and a great interior defender, and his three-point shooting is incredibly accurate. I hope to see him on the NBA stage. Thank you."

After Derrick Rose finished speaking, he didn't forget to give Yang Mo a V sign. Yang Mo was stunned but deeply moved. He never expected that Rose would campaign for him in such a situation. Was this the surprise they were talking about?

Yang Mo was stunned, and the people on the scene were even more confused. They hesitated for nearly two seconds before clapping.

At the same time, fans around the world who were watching the draft were all thinking: Who is the Chinese Yang? Another Yao Ming? Why is Derrick Rose campaigning for him? Is this some kind of under-the-table deal by the league?

Everyone was discussing Yang Mo, and the discussion even surpassed the discussion about the top pick, Rose. After all, Rose was already a highly anticipated top prospect, and it wasn't surprising that he got the top pick. But who was Yang Mo? Where did this Chinese kid come from? People always pay more attention to mysterious figures.

While fans were discussing, the general managers of the other 29 teams in the league were in an uproar, each office discussing who the Chinese Yang was and why Derrick Rose admired him so much.

Among all the general managers, Michael Jordan was the happiest. He looked smug, thinking that Derrick Rose was indeed the leader of the Bulls' revival, and his judgment was as good as his own.

Pat Riley was undoubtedly the most worried. He was already very upset about the unexpected appearance of Michael Jordan, and now the top pick was even advertising for Yang Mo. What if the other general managers really listened to him and snatched him up early?

Pat Riley was extremely worried, while journalists in China were receiving constant messages: "Get me the latest information on Yang. I need to know everything about him accurately. This must be an exclusive."

The production team that interviewed Yang Mo also received this message, but they were too embarrassed to interview him again because everyone knew that Yang Mo had a strong disagreement with their reporter.

Meanwhile, the reporter was seething with resentment. Because of the interview mishap, his boss had already given him a severe reprimand over the phone, and from the tone, he might be demoted or even sent to Africa for assignments. Now, seeing Yang Mo in such a glorious position, he was very upset and kept silently cursing: "God, Buddha, Mother Mary, he must not be selected, he must not be selected."

"I envy you," Lu Xueman suddenly turned her head and said to Yang Mo.

"Envy me?" Yang Mo didn't quite understand what Lu Xueman meant.

"I envy you for having friends who help you without considering their own interests," Lu Xueman said, her lips trembling with emotion. "Derrick Rose will definitely be scolded by his agent later because he shifted all the focus to you. Now everyone is paying attention to you, not him."

"I'll treat him to a meal," Yang Mo chuckled.

"Ha." Lu Xueman suddenly let out a long breath and laughed. "Can I come too?"

"Of course, you're my girlfriend," Yang Mo laughed and reached out to put his arm around her neck, pulling her into his embrace.

Lu Xueman quickly pushed him away, but she wasn't as cold as before. Instead, she smiled and said, "You pervert, don't take advantage of me."

"Didn't you say it yourself?"

"Only I can say it, you can't."

"Go to hell."

Yang Mo laughed and cursed. At this moment, Stern received the second envelope, which contained the result for the Miami Heat.

...

[Fourth update delivered, just one step away. Friends, take out your votes and let's break the guy above us!]

[PS: Thanks to "孤风№傲视√" for the support.]

Mobile users, please read at .

Previous page AD starts

Previous page AD ends