Chapter 49

When everyone in China was cheering with satisfaction at Yang Mo's roar, Zhou Yiyi, who had just turned on the TV and seen this scene, couldn't help but sob. She felt very heartbroken; her man was now at odds with everyone, and while others saw Yang Mo's boldness, she only saw the bitterness. At that moment, she wished she could stand by Yang Mo's side and tell him, "Even if the world is against you, I will still stand behind you and fight the whole world with you."

Zhou Yiyi, separated by thousands of miles, could only watch Yang Mo's angry and lonely figure and shed tears. Jessica, sitting on the sidelines, stood up excitedly and shouted loudly to Yang Mo, "Oppa, I love you!"

Although S.M. Entertainment had warned the Girls' Generation before they set off that they were not allowed to cheer for Yang Mo on the field, as this was the home court of the other team, and any unrest could be problematic. Moreover, their agency did not want to lose this market.

However, Jessica couldn't do that. She didn't want Yang Mo to face this harsh environment alone. She had to stand up at this moment to show her support and tell Yang Mo: "You are not fighting alone; I have always been by your side."

Yang Mo heard the voice and turned his head. Jessica was cheering for him with tears in her eyes. At that moment, he was deeply moved. Although he was not afraid of the more than 20,000 fans, the fact that someone could stand up to express their love at this moment meant that this person truly loved him.

Yang Mo then blew a kiss to Jessica and told her, "I love you too, baby."

When this scene was transmitted through radio waves to every corner of the world, almost all the viewers were moved. This was true love; a woman willing to betray the world for a man required a courage that could not be compared to a few simple, sentimental words.

For this scene, the Koreans were the most moved, as Jessica was their compatriot. Many Korean men were moved to tears: "Jessica and Yang Mo's love is so touching. Wife, come here, don't watch those melodramatic TV shows anymore; this is true love."

If the TV audience saw love, then Pat Riley saw passion.

He loved Yang Mo so much; that block was incredibly exciting. For him, it was even more thrilling than the previous dunk. At that moment, he was already thinking about what to say at the press conference after the game.

Beep!

The referee blew the whistle, and the game resumed.

After the game resumed, Yang Mo still closely followed Swift, and while following, he mocked him, "Didn't you say you were going to dunk on me? Come on, I'm waiting to add to my block stats on you."

"Wait and see, you little punk," Swift said viciously. Yang Mo's block had completely ruined his reputation, and now he was thinking about how to regain his dignity.

He was thinking about regaining his dignity, but Devin Harris no longer trusted him. So, even though he was fighting hard for position in the paint and asking for the ball, Harris still didn't pass it to him. After dribbling a few times outside, he encountered the pressure from Mario Chalmers and Dwyane Wade and had no choice but to pass the ball to Vince Carter, who immediately shot... Clank!

The ball hit the rim.

The moment the ball missed, Swift was fully prepared. He thought he had to get this rebound and then dunk to regain some dignity. So, he pushed forward with all his might... but he didn't move an inch!

It felt like he was pushing against a wall, unable to advance at all. He could only watch as Yang Mo easily grabbed the rebound.

Seeing this, Pat Riley on the sidelines smiled happily. This was Yang Mo's greatest strength. Although it wasn't as exciting as a dunk or a block, it was the most practical skill. Positioning and blocking were the most important factors in evaluating an interior player, and Yang Mo scored a perfect score in this area. This was one of the reasons why he dared to select Yang Mo with the eighth pick.

After grabbing the rebound, Yang Mo immediately threw a long pass to Dwyane Wade, who was breaking down the court. Wade took the ball and charged into the paint. Bobby Simmons, defending, quickly moved out of the way, not wanting to be hit for a two-plus-one.

Boom!

The Nets' rim was once again brutally attacked, but this time it was Dwyane Wade who did the damage.

After Wade scored, the crowd still booed, but the scale of the booing was much smaller compared to when Yang Mo scored. Of course, Wade didn't make the same arrogant gesture as Yang Mo; he calmly ran back to half-court.

He had been in the league for six years and had experienced all kinds of storms. His youthful passion had been hidden, replaced by mature restraint.

Beep!

The Nets' head coach decisively called a timeout. Although the game had only been going for less than a minute and a half, and the Heat had only scored four points, everyone could see that the Nets' momentum was completely suppressed. Even though this was their home court and they had over 20,000 cheering fans, the momentum created by those 20,000 people was not as strong as Yang Mo's one roar.

That guy was just too annoying.

However, if that guy were Frank's player, he would definitely be dancing with excitement. Indeed, although Yang Mo had only played for a minute and a half, Frank had already considered him an excellent rookie, not a bust. What Yang Mo had shown was truly astonishing: agile positioning, formidable strength, and outstanding defensive awareness, along with strong positioning and blocking skills. He was almost a perfect interior player, even though he was a bit short.

"Yang, good job," General Manager Pat Riley was the first to walk up and high-five Yang Mo as he came off the court. These two plays were incredibly satisfying for Pat Riley. He was shouting in his heart: Fools, open your eyes and take a good look. This is Pat Riley's eye for talent. What's wrong with the eighth pick? He could have been worth an even higher pick.

At the same time, Frank was berating Swift: "What's wrong with you? You can't handle a 6'5" rookie? You can jump higher, you're taller, you're better in every way, and he still blocked you and easily grabbed a rebound? Do you deserve your salary?"

"But... his strength is too great," Swift said weakly.

"Do you have an excuse? Sit on the bench, you won't play tonight." Frank roared at him, then turned to Lopez and said, "Brook, it's up to you now. You must kick his ass hard. If not, your reputation will be ruined, understand?"

Brook Lopez clenched his teeth and fists and said viciously, "I'll crush him and show him what a real American center is."

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