Chapter 74

Yang Mo rushed to the bench, a scene that not only surprised the entire arena but also left the TV audience stunned, as this was a completely unnecessary timeout, which was the best moment to launch a fast break.

"Yang, what's wrong? Are you injured?" TNT commentator Collins asked, puzzled.

"He shouldn't be injured. Just now, David Lee didn't make any physical contact with him. He knew he definitely couldn't out-rebound Yang, so he went back to defend his half as soon as Randolph's shot missed. Besides, Yang's running speed doesn't look like he's injured." Steve Kerr dispelled Collins' doubts.

"Could he have to go to the bathroom?" Charles Barkley boldly guessed.

When everyone was perplexed, Yang Mo rushed to Coach Kub's side, took the food he had brought, and sat down in front of Pat Riley. As soon as he opened the packaging, four or five cameras surrounded him, everyone wanting to capture why Yang Mo had run off the court in such a hurry.

When the cameras captured the fragrant beef and pasta, everyone understood. It turned out Yang Mo was a foodie! To pause the game just to eat, what a foodie spirit!

"Sir, your pasta." Yang Mo, while stuffing his mouth with a medium-rare steak, handed a box of pasta to Pat Riley.

Yang Mo could eat the bloody beef with several cameras surrounding him, but the always gentlemanly Pat Riley couldn't do that. Eating in front of perhaps hundreds of millions of viewers was too unseemly, so he shook his head and said, "No, you eat it. I'm not hungry."

"Um... In that case, I'll finish it all!" Yang Mo didn't care about any gentlemanly demeanor; for him, eating an extra box of pasta was a wonderful thing.

So, he chewed on the beef while stuffing pasta into his mouth. Although his eating manner wasn't very elegant, the TV audience couldn't help but feel their appetites increase... What kind of beef and pasta was this? It could make Yang Mo stop the game, but it looked so delicious!

Almost everyone was moved by Yang Mo's eating manner.

After this scene was broadcast, everyone became interested in beef and pasta. I believe that in the coming period, Yang Mo's agent, Lu Xueman, will be overwhelmed with contracts, as there are so many places selling pasta and steak in the world.

For someone who hasn't eaten for two nights and a day, any food would taste good. In fact, Yang Mo was purely trying to fill his stomach so he could go back on the court and give Randolph a good lesson, showing him how powerful he was at full strength, not someone to be scored against or fouled at will.

Yang Mo spent ninety seconds eating a steak and two boxes of pasta. During this time, no TV station switched to commercials, as the scene was too interesting, definitely boosting ratings. A basketball game suddenly featuring a player voraciously eating beef and pasta—what could be funnier? Even the most creative ad designer couldn't come up with such an idea, but... Yang Mo did it. His performance was more genuine than any actor's, as he was really hungry.

After finishing the food, Pat Riley, who was beside him, kindly handed him a bottle of water, even opening the cap and smiling at the camera to show his gentlemanly demeanor and concern for the player Yang Mo.

Yang Mo didn't care about Pat Riley's gentlemanly demeanor; he took the water and gulped down a couple of mouthfuls.

Then he stood up, patted his stomach, and shouted, "Awesome!"

This scene, transmitted via radio waves, made the word "awesome" a popular phrase among the American people. After eating, many children would pat their stomachs and shout "awesome!" like Yang Mo, something he hadn't expected. Even with his rich imagination, he couldn't have imagined that one phrase could have such a cultural impact.

Yang Mo stood up, and the 90-second long timeout ended. He quickly ran onto the court. At that moment, he felt full of energy, determined to give Randolph a lesson.

"Yang, you just ate, don't you want to rest a bit?" Wade walked over and reminded Yang Mo, as it was common knowledge not to engage in intense exercise after eating.

But this common knowledge didn't apply to Yang Mo. Since childhood, he had almost always engaged in intense exercise after eating, and over twenty years, his stomach had adapted to this situation.

"No problem, I often do this, I'm used to it," Yang Mo replied with a smile.

Seeing Yang Mo say this, Wade didn't insist. After all, the team needed Yang Mo the most. Magloire was injured, Jo Anthony was not up to the task, Haslem was too short, and Marion couldn't play. Who was left for the Heat's frontcourt? Only Yang Mo! If Beasley could stay focused on the court, it would be a miracle.

Yang Mo came onto the court, walked to Randolph's side, and suddenly burped. Even from a step away, Randolph could smell the strong scent of beef. He quickly pinched his nose and said mockingly, "Rookie, did you call a timeout just to eat beef? Don't you have beef in China?"

"Our Chinese cows are all like you, black and fat, not as delicious as American beef," Yang Mo rolled his eyes and, seeing him pinch his nose, deliberately blew a breath at him.

The smell made Randolph quickly take another step back. A dirty, fat slob with a cleanliness fetish.

Seeing his reaction, Yang Mo found it amusing. You can't handle a little beef and pasta smell? If I ate some garlic, the king of Chinese seasonings, you'd be dead from the smell.

At that moment, Chalmers brought the ball over, and Yang Mo immediately quickly positioned himself, raising his hand as if to single-handedly take on Randolph.

Seeing this, Chalmers was a bit stunned: What's wrong with Yang? Does he really think he can back down and single-handedly take on the big fat Randolph?

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