Chapter 41

On this day, Yang Mo, after finishing his training, sped home in his Ford Raptor, which he had bought from a second-hand market. Upon returning home, he found the girls of Girls' Generation practicing their dance on the lawn, each dressed in extremely sexy outfits.

He couldn't help but sit in his car and admire them. After a while, the nine girls noticed Yang Mo's return and quickly gathered around him, calling out, "Oppa, Oppa."

Seeing them gather, Yang Mo smiled and got out of the car. For a moment, it felt like he was the emperor surrounded by his concubines.

At the same time, a series of crackling sounds could be heard from the wall surrounding Yang Mo's villa.

Surrounded by so many beautiful women, Yang Mo didn't hear the sounds at all. He led the nine girls into the large living room, where Jin Tae-yeon and the others started chatting excitedly.

"Oppa, when do you have a game? We all want to see you play," Jessica, who had the best relationship with Yang Mo among the nine, said, perhaps because she spoke the best English.

"Soon, soon," Yang Mo always replied, and casually asked, "Aren't you all in Miami this year? There will be plenty of opportunities."

"In a couple of days, YoonA and I will be returning to Korea to participate in a variety show," Jin Tae-yeon explained. "We have to have members go back periodically to appear on shows to maintain our exposure. Otherwise, the audience will forget us. The entertainment industry is very harsh."

After spending so much time with them, Yang Mo had a general understanding of the Korean entertainment industry. To put it simply, it was a case of too many monks and not enough meat. In such a small country as Korea, there were so many artists on the surface, plus countless trainees from various entertainment companies, making it very difficult to stand out. Even if one did, it didn't guarantee much money. Korean entertainment agencies were the most stringent in terms of commission in all of Asia. Unlike in China, where being a celebrity generally meant a good life, with even a minor show paying hundreds of thousands to millions, which was a待遇 only the top-tier stars in Korea could enjoy.

"So, you all need to work even harder!" Yang Mo encouraged them kindly. "Anyway, I believe you will definitely become famous."

"Oppa, you're so nice," Jessica said, hugging Yang Mo's arm and resting her head on his shoulder in a coquettish manner.

She often made such intimate gestures with Yang Mo, and he wasn't sure if she had feelings for him or if it was just a sisterly affection. Either way, he felt a bit embarrassed, especially with so many people around. If they were alone, given his current flirtatious nature, he would have teased her already.

At this moment, Yang Mo also secretly observed the reactions of the other members. Some showed no expression, while two of them, YoonA and Jin Tae-yeon, clearly looked jealous.

Seeing their expressions, Yang Mo thought to himself: Could these two Korean girls have feelings for me?

The thought made him a bit happy. After all, for a man, having a girl like him was always an honor, unless the girl was really unattractive. Men, after all, were meant to conquer women.

"Alright, what are we having for dinner tonight?" Yang Mo asked loudly.

"Grilled meat!" the nine girls answered in unison. Although the Korean economy had developed, resources were still limited, and high-quality beef had to be imported, making it expensive. So, they rarely ate it in Korea. Now in America, with Yang Mo, the rich guy, treating them, they could eat it every day without getting tired. After all, beef wasn't very fatty.

Yang Mo, of course, knew they wanted beef and had already ordered ten kilograms of fresh beef in advance.

That night, they had another outdoor barbecue. After a delicious meal, Girls' Generation started dancing again.

For Yang Mo, this life was like living in paradise. He could practice basketball every day, come home to beautiful women, and enjoy grilled meat and songs every night, with nine beautiful women dancing sensually.

Even ancient emperors didn't have it as good as me!

Yang Mo thought to himself, feeling very pleased.

After a while, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

The next morning, before Yang Mo had even gotten out of bed, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was Lu Xueman calling. Looking at the time, he realized it was already late at night there. He wondered why she was calling at this hour but still answered the call.

As soon as the call connected, Lu Xueman's furious voice came through, "Yang Mo, don't go too far! I'm working hard here to secure sponsorships for you. What are you doing all day? Do you even want to play basketball? Don't play with fire!"

"Did you eat a grenade? Why are you so angry in the morning?" Yang Mo said irritably. "What's going on? What did I do?"

"What did you do? Do I need to spell it out for you? Turn on the TV and see for yourself. The whole world knows about your orgies now, and your reputation is ruined," Lu Xueman said, still very angry.

"Orgies?" Yang Mo was stunned and quickly asked, "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about. I can't clean up this mess for you," Lu Xueman said angrily. "Think of a way to explain yourself to the public!"

With that, she hung up the phone.

Hearing the beeping from his phone, Yang Mo was even more confused. What was going on?

Yang Mo thought for a moment and quickly took out his phone to go online. He opened a sports website, and sure enough, the headline was about him: "Sensational! Heat Rookie Takes on Nine Women, First NBA Player Since Wilt Chamberlain!"

The accompanying image showed the girls of Girls' Generation surrounding him.

Just from this one picture, they accused him of an orgy? Yang Mo quickly scrolled down to see more. There were several other pictures, including images of the barbecue, dancing, and a few of him toasting with Jessica. The last image was a black screen with a caption that read: "After a night of playful flirting, the villa at 53 Compton fell into endless darkness, occasionally punctuated by the alluring moans of women."

F*ck!

Yang Mo cursed out loud. This ability to write stories based on pictures was too strong.

After cursing, Yang Mo continued to read the comments. Most were sarcastic remarks about him being a life winner, with some even saying that in the new season, Yang Mo would become a thorn in the side of all opposing players because he had so many beautiful women. Others were malicious, saying that Chinese men were good at flirting but not at basketball. There were also some racists who wrote, "Can Asian men satisfy these beautiful women? Let the brothers take over!"

Seeing this, Yang Mo was furious and cursed in his heart: Stupid white pigs, I'll f*ck your goddesses and show you the might of Chinese men!

Just as Yang Mo was about to continue reading, Jessica rushed in, "Oppa, what should we do?"

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[Third update delivered, two more to come. More and more old friends are returning. Thank you, Brother Hai Wuyan, for the 1888 reward. This time, I will not disappoint you all. I will give you a passionate and stylish story.]