Chapter 63

When Wade drove into Jay-Z's luxurious estate, the party had already started.

When Yang Mo found himself in this extravagantly luxurious estate, he suddenly felt as if he had walked into a movie, everything seemed so unreal. From time to time, one or two celebrities would walk by, some of whom had grown up watching his movies. Look... isn't that Angelina Jolie? Wow, Tom Hanks!

Yang Mo's eyes kept scanning the crowd, almost everyone was a familiar face from TV. There were football stars, singers, movie stars, and basketball players... too many, the star-studded scene was overwhelming.

Yang Mo wandered around with a glass of wine in his hand for a couple of rounds. He knew most of these people, but the key was that they didn't know him. And it wouldn't be appropriate to ask for autographs in this private setting; it would be too embarrassing for Wade.

So, Yang Mo became bored. He walked into the luxurious living room, found a sofa, and sat down, quietly observing the familiar yet strange people around him. Yang Mo looked a bit lonely, but Dwyane Wade was very comfortable in this environment, chatting with one person and flirting with another, like a fish in water, even more energetic than on the court.

After sitting for a while, a black man dressed in hip-hop style with a thick gold chain around his neck walked over. He greeted Yang Mo enthusiastically, clapping hands and bumping chests, as if they were old friends. Yang Mo was very puzzled; who is this guy?

"Hey, man, I watched your game last night. You were awesome. Do you want me to write a song to diss Lopez? We New Yorkers really hate that country team." The black man offered to write a song for Yang Mo. From his appearance, Yang Mo guessed he was a rapper. But Yang Mo didn't know many rappers, at most he knew Eminem and Jay-Z.

"Country team?" Yang Mo repeated, a bit puzzled.

"The New Jersey Nets," the black man said arrogantly. "They always dream of moving to our New York, go to hell. We New Yorkers have only one team, and that's the Knicks!"

"Uh..." Yang Mo was a bit surprised. He didn't expect there to be regional discrimination in America, it seemed that no matter where you were, people from big cities looked down on those from small towns.

"I really enjoy watching you play, you're so powerful, so manly," the black man continued to praise. "That dunk where you smashed Lopez's face and made it bleed is the most manly and explosive dunk I've ever seen, but I didn't see it in the top five plays today. David Stern is really disappointing."

Listening to the black man's endless chatter, Yang Mo couldn't get a word in. The guy was like a machine gun, his mouth never stopped, spouting one theory after another.

"By the way, you're playing the Knicks tomorrow night, right? I have a season ticket for New York, I'll come to cheer for you."

"But... aren't you a New York fan?" Yang Mo asked, a bit surprised.

"I'm also your fan. I'll cheer for you and for New York. As long as you don't make our players bleed, I won't boo you or write a song to diss you," the black man said very seriously.

Yang Mo's face turned black; he couldn't understand the guy's logic.

It has to be said that in this world, black people's thinking is indeed the most abstract. They are unpredictable, and sometimes they don't even know what they're saying.

"Hey, 50 Cent, what are you doing here?" A loud female voice rang out.

Following the sound, a stunningly beautiful black woman with an explosive figure walked over. Yang Mo recognized her; she was Rihanna, whose songs Beasley often listened to.

She was considered beautiful among black women, at least according to Yang Mo's standards. Although her butt was too big and too perky, and her breasts were too impressive.

There were rumors that black women were tight and wet, the best in the world, but Yang Mo couldn't overcome his mental barrier. Even though it was the same in the dark, subconsciously, it felt like he was doing something with Bao Qingtian.

"Wow!" When Yang Mo saw Rihanna, she also noticed him, pointed at him in surprise, and quickly ran over, hugging him tightly. Her soft and bouncy breasts rubbed against Yang Mo's chest, making him feel very comfortable.

Rihanna hugged him for nearly half a minute before letting go, and then kissed his forehead. Yang Mo was completely confused, thinking: Do you black people all get so close so quickly? Bro, sis, I don't think I've ever spoken to you before. Why are you so intimate, acting like we're old friends?

"Baby, I love you so much. I watched your game last night, it was amazing. I love your kind of tough guy, and I've never dated an Asian before. By the way, is your girlfriend here? I really like their songs," Rihanna said, extremely excited.

Yang Mo could tell Rihanna was very excited, but he couldn't understand what she was trying to say: Do you love watching my games? Or do you love me as a tough guy? Or do you want to date me, an Asian? Or do you like Girls' Generation's songs?

Yang Mo's head ached as he tried to sort through these questions. He really couldn't communicate with black people; their thinking was too fast.

"Do you know? This is the first time I've watched a complete game. Even when you were on the bench, I kept my eyes open to watch. I'm absolutely your loyal fan," Rihanna said, still very excited. "Can I invite you to appear in my MV?"

"Uh... I might not have time, we have games all the way until next year," Yang Mo smiled and politely declined.

"Oh, that's okay," Rihanna laughed heartily, then leaned in and whispered in Yang Mo's ear, "Do you want to go on a date with me?"

Yang Mo was completely stunned. You're too bold! No wonder people say Western girls are open, but this was the first time Yang Mo had met a girl who proposed a date so directly.

"Uh... I have a girlfriend," Yang Mo replied awkwardly.

"That's okay," Rihanna shook her head very generously. "I won't interfere with your relationship."

"..." Yang Mo was speechless again, completely at a loss on how to deal with such a bold woman.

"Hey, Rihanna, Rudy is looking for you," a voice called out from outside. Rihanna quickly replied, "Okay, I'll be right there."

She kissed Yang Mo's forehead again, "Baby, wait for me, I'll be right back."

Then, she sensually licked her lips and quickly left.

After Rihanna left, 50 Cent sat down and said, "Man, ignore her, she's just a slut. Let's talk about writing a song to diss Lopez!"

Yang Mo was completely overwhelmed!

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