Chapter 82

Ding ding ding ding!

After Jin Taehi's phone rang over a dozen times with no one answering, Yang Mo finally remembered that it was still the middle of the night in Korea, so he didn't call again. Instead, he sent a text message. He simply explained the situation with Kristen and then instructed her to rest well and not to overwork herself.

Although Jin Taehi held a high status in the Korean entertainment industry, in Yang Mo's eyes, she was still a woman who needed his care. In his heart, there was no such thing as a May-December romance; there were only two categories: his women and not his women.

After sending the text to Jin Taehi, Yang Mo thought that Jessica might also be in Korea, so he didn't call her either. Instead, he copied the message he sent to Jin Taehi and sent it to her. Soon, he received a reply from Jessica: "OPPA, I know, I believe you. We are rehearsing now and don't have time. I'll call you tomorrow."

Yang Mo read the message and tossed his phone aside, instantly feeling relieved.

With nothing to do, he turned on the computer next to him and started browsing sports news online.

Sure enough, almost eighty percent of the news was about Yang Mo injuring Randolph the night before. Some news articles featured photos of Randolph lying in a pool of blood, while others captured Yang Mo's fierce expression at the moment he blocked the shot.

The more neutral reports used "death block" as the headline. The others were filled with biased terms like "court thug" and "bloody butcher."

This made Yang Mo chuckle. He liked these titles; he thought they were cool. In the past, when he read novels, he found nicknames like "handsome gentleman" to be lame, while "bloody butcher" was much more powerful. Now, it seemed he had finally achieved his wish.

After looking at these headlines, Yang Mo quickly searched for other related news. Soon, he found one: "Dampier boasts he will make him taste his elbow." Yang Mo read on, and the news content was: "The Chinese player from the Heat? That short guy under 6'5" who plays inside? He actually gave Randolph a concussion? Oh, shit! If he dares to use such dirty tricks on me, I'll make him taste my elbow, provided his head can reach it."

Dampier?

Yang Mo searched his memory for a while before he figured out who he was: the guy who claimed to be the second-best center in the West but was dominated by Yao Ming. "What a stinky mouth!"

Yang Mo silently noted Dampier's name, took out the season schedule from his bag, and checked it. They still had over a month before playing the Mavericks. "Let him jump around for another month."

After closing the webpage, Yang Mo continued searching. Soon, he found another active player criticizing him, Anthony Randolph from the Golden State Warriors. "I'm not surprised at all, really. I played against him in the Orlando training camp, and he's that dirty! I almost coughed up blood from a collision with him. I suggest Mr. David Stern should kick him out of the NBA; a person like him is too dangerous to be in the league."

Anthony Randolph?

Yang Mo frowned, remembering the incident in the training gym. He thought to himself, "When did I hit you? You ran into me, didn't you? A Japanese car trying to crash into a tank? Who's going to be wrecked?"

Yang Mo muttered to himself, noted Anthony Randolph, and checked the schedule. They were playing the Golden State Warriors the next week. He found a pen and wrote heavily on the schedule: "Deal with Randolph!"

Yang Mo was the kind of person who would never let a slight go unpunished. As Voltaire said, he would defend to the death your right to insult him. But once you've insulted him, he would unhesitatingly shove shit in your mouth.

After checking further, he found many old players he didn't know by name criticizing him, as if the game in their time was much more civilized. Yang Mo didn't bother to respond. It wasn't that he respected the elderly; it was that these guys retired too quickly, and he couldn't do anything to them!

Of course, there were also praises, such as from Barkley, Rodman, and Moses Malone. However, their reputations weren't great either; they were also called thugs during their playing days, so... most of the media labeled them as birds of a feather. In other words, their support was actually a detriment to Yang Mo; people would only think they were of the same kind and wouldn't believe they were speaking up for justice.

Yang Mo appreciated these supportive voices. He grew up watching these guys play, so he didn't mind being called a bird of a feather. Could you survive in the paint without being tough?

After checking further, Yang Mo saw news about their next opponent. Kevin Garnett, the starting power forward of the Boston Celtics, said in an interview: "Yang's block was absolutely fine; it was a great defensive play, and he's a good rookie. But in the next game, I'll show him what a real inside game is."

What is a real inside game?

Yang Mo repeated it to himself, suddenly feeling a surge of fighting spirit.

Finally... it's time to face the boss!

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[Thank you to "Lan Ji" for the two 1888 red envelopes. I saw your message, and I'm moved by your concern for the author. But... my kidneys are fine. If I'm tired, I'll rest appropriately. The updates will continue, and I'll make sure everyone enjoys it!]

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