Chapter 413: Why should we consider their feelings?
Seeing Yang Mo's expression and tone, Derrick Rose just frowned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized: "A woman came to my house?"
Yang Mo sighed again and said slowly: "It seems to be more serious than this."
"Two women came to your house at the same time?"
Westbrook, who was unwilling to be lonely, spoke up quickly. Although his words were a bit witty, Yang Mo felt even more uneasy after hearing them, because the situation she was facing was more serious than this. If Lu Xuefei messed things up, it would not be just a matter of two women, it could be called a harem chaos.
However, Yang Mo did not speak out about this uneasiness, because even if she did, the two would not be able to help her. Moreover, the fewer people who know about this kind of private matter, the better. From a moral point of view, this is indeed quite shameful. Of course, from a male perspective, it is undoubtedly something worth writing about.
After returning to the hotel, Yang Mo went straight back to his room to rest. In order to avoid unnecessary interruptions, he even turned off his cell phone and slept until the next morning, only getting up when Michael Beasley knocked on the door.
Yang Mo rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up. As soon as he opened the door, Beasley excitedly gave him a bear hug: "Yang, I miss you so much. When are you going to trade me to New York?"
The first thing Beasley said was to ask for a trade. If Pat Riley knew about this, he would definitely scold him and even trade him to a remote and deserted small city in anger. This is not what a professional player should say. It's too immature.
"Brother, do you hate Miami so ?" Yang Mo replied unhappily.
"I hate losing," Beasley said helplessly. "After you left, we've lost 35 games this season, and we've won no more than ten times in total."
"Then you should work harder. You can use this opportunity to practice your personal offensive skills more accurately. Otherwise, it will be very embarrassing for you to gain a foothold in the NBA with this kind of shabby playing style. You can only completely transform into the number three position." Yang Mo said slowly while rinsing his mouth.
"I thought about working hard, but the other players didn't. Those old guys looked down on me more and more after you left. Logically, I should be the boss since you left and Dwyane is recovering from his injury, but they don't obey me at all and even refused to pass the ball to me on the court." Beasley said with a feeling of grievance.
"When I first started, wasn't there anyone who obeyed me? You just need to show off your power."
"I'm different from you. At that time you had people supporting you and you could even get five players on the court. Now I only have Mario standing next to me, and my fists are not as hard as yours. When you came to Miami, you dared to hit Marion with a fire hydrant. They were all afraid of your force. But I have never learned Kung Fu, and I don't have as much strength as you."
Beasley was full of complaints and wanted to get along with Yang Mo. But Beasley was a mediocre small forward. The Knicks lacked everything except the No. 3 position. Even if Harrington was traded, there were still Jeffries, Wilt Chandler, Gallinari and McGrady who was just traded. In fact, Yang Mo himself also played like a small forward.
Apart from Yang Mo, the other four players each have their own role. Jeffries is the Knicks' top defender besides Yang Mo, Gallinani's three-point shooting is something Beasley can't even catch up with, and Chandler is also brave enough to fight and sprint inside. McGrady can provide the team with passing and experience. What about Beasley? He has a little bit of everything, but the problem is that he is good at everything, and he also has to occupy the ball. There is no place to put him if he is traded here, so it is better to let him make full use of his talents in the Heat instead of sitting on the bench.
So, after brushing his teeth, Yang Mo sat in front of Beasley very seriously and said very seriously: "Michael, I can't make the decision on such a trade. This is a matter between the management of the two teams. Besides, there are really too many players at the small forward position of our team now, and we are all worried about how to streamline the three position. If you want to come in, we have no place to put you. You might as well play well in Miami. When you have good statistics and a good value, are you still afraid of leaving Miami? When your contract expires, there will definitely be many teams waving checks and following you to ask you to join."
After hearing what Yang Mo said, Beasley slowly calmed down. He smacked his lips and thought carefully, then said, "Then when I've proven my worth, can you trade all the small forwards on your team and let me go?"
Yang Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this. He really didn't expect Beasley to be so loyal to him, and he looked like he had to follow him around.
"Okay, as long as you are good enough for me to give up other players, I will definitely suggest to the management to trade you. After all, our tacit understanding is unparalleled." Yang Mo said very officially.
"Yes!" Beasley waved his fist vigorously , extremely excited.
Seeing this, Yang Mo burst out laughing. He suddenly remembered that Beasley had competed with him for the second position in the team for a while last season. Looking at Beasley's excited expression now, he felt so surprised. Is this the same person? Am I so good that I have turned on the protagonist mode? The tiger body trembled, and the kingly aura was released, and countless younger brothers bowed down to him?
While Yang Mo was wondering if he had turned on God Mode, Beasley had already run out of the room screaming, as if he had won the super lottery.
Did this guy smoke weed again last night?
Yang Mo grumbled inwardly, picked up the phone next to her and called the front desk to order food. After a while, the staff brought the carefully prepared breakfast to the room.
After Yang Mo finished breakfast, the staff came to arrange for Yang Mo to go to the stadium to adapt to the venue. This year's All-Star Game is different from usual. This year, the Mavericks boss actually prepared an outdoor stadium that can accommodate more than 100,000 people. I don't know if Cuban is doing this to make money.
On the bus to the stadium, Dwight Howard, the head coach of the second-year rookie team, walked up to Yang Mo and shook his hand. Although he was the head coach in name only, he respected Yang Mo very much. This was not only because Yang Mo was the All-Star vote winner, but also because Yang Mo had taught him a lesson on the court.
As a superstar in the league, he was qualified to teach any second-year rookie a lesson, which was why the league let him be the head coach. After all, Stern also wanted to find someone who could shock the crowd. But Howard didn't have the ability to shock Yang Mo, so he shook hands with Yang Mo as soon as he came up.
"Yang, you know what? That freshman guy has already declared that he will win the MVP." Beasley's loud voice never stops.
After hearing this, Yang Mo frowned and asked, "Who?"
"Evans of the Kings, the main contender for the best rookie." Hibbert on the side replied.
"Who? I've never heard of this guy." Yang Mo completely ignored him. His arrogant tone made the second-year students around him very happy, because now they were united around Yang Mo, and Yang Mo had become their leader invisibly. Now that the leader maintained such an attitude of ignoring him, then the first-year student was naturally a clown and not worth mentioning.
Seeing everyone around him laughing, Yang Mo suddenly stood up and clapped his hands, saying, "I won't get the MVP in this year's Rookie Game. But I hope everyone can pass the ball to Westbrook more so that he can get an MVP. Russell will treat everyone to entertainment and a big dinner tonight. A super big dinner!"
Yang Mo immediately decided to name Westbrook as the MVP. It must be said that she was a bit overbearing. After all, the others were also here for the honor. Although it was just a show, even a show had protagonists and supporting roles. Who would be willing to be a supporting role?
At this time, Westbrook said quickly: "There is no problem with having a big meal, and there is no problem with having a party. As long as the entertainment tycoon Mr. Yang can call enough girls for us, it doesn't matter if I pay $100,000."
Westbrook added the stakes and encouraged Yang Mo to call a girl, and the atmosphere immediately became lively. After all, for everyone, it would be very good if they could eat and play and enjoy themselves. After all, there is only one protagonist, and no one can guarantee that they will get it.
Under such a kind invitation, Yang Mo thought that if she went to the party with these people, she would be able to escape Lu Xuefei's clutches, so she agreed immediately: "Okay, I'll pay for the party, but I can't guarantee that I can invite girls. This is Dallas, not my territory."
"Yeah! Long live Super Yang!" Westbrook raised his arms and shouted, and other sophomores also started shouting.
For them, as long as Super Yang agrees, why worry about not having girls? Everyone knows that this guy has female fans all over the world. As long as he appears in the nightclub, all the girls will be attracted to him. Then everyone just needs to be ready to take action.
At this time, Dwight Howard asked weakly: "Everyone, we have determined the MVP now and are ready to celebrate. Isn't it a bit inconsiderate of the feelings of the freshmen?"
"Yes!" Yang Mo nodded, then tilted her head and asked, "But why should we care about their feelings?"
