Chapter 175: Kiss Bet
When Yang Mo was driving to Liu Yifei's place, Wang Tuo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, couldn't help but ask Yang Mo, "Yang Mo, are you very familiar with Kobe? Why do I feel like you don't have much respect for him? But he still thinks highly of you? He even gave you a car."
"He and I are both basketball players, why should I use the word respect? He hasn't retired yet." Yang Mo said a little unceremoniously, "NBA is not a place that values social etiquette. Here, you have to speak with strength. If I hadn't defeated him once, he wouldn't have taken a rookie like me seriously. If Jordan hadn't taught me post-up singles, he wouldn't have competed with me. So, my communication with him is equal. There is no question of respect or disrespect."
“Haha.” Wang Tuo laughed awkwardly and said, “It’s a little different from back home.”
It would have been fine if Wang Tuo didn't mention China. As soon as he mentioned China, Yang Mo was reminded of the big men in the national team who played for the Jinding team. She couldn't help but complain: "Some old players in China are really outrageous. They want every young player to lick their boots and always use their so-called seniority to suppress others. I think the old players in some domestic clubs will sooner or later become a cancer that hinders the advancement of newcomers. They have no ability but still cling to the position, occupying the toilet without doing anything. How many potential newcomers will be worn down by them and become mediocre."
"Ah!" When talking about the domestic professional basketball scene, Wang Tuo also sighed. He used to be a reporter covering the domestic CBA and knew a lot of inside information, all of which were shameful things : "If China vigorously develops campus basketball, and clubs can be separated from local sports bureaus and operate completely in a market-oriented manner, we will be able to produce many more basketball seedlings every year, at least we won't have the current gap between young and old."
"Hey, why do you care about these trivial matters. Where do you get off?" Yang Mo sighed and changed the subject.
"The intersection ahead."
After Yang Mo drove the car to the intersection ahead and stopped, she waved goodbye to him and said, "Okay, take care. We'll talk again when we have a chance."
"Okay, then you go ahead and get busy." Wang Tuo nodded quickly. He was naturally very happy to be able to establish a good relationship with Yang Mo. After all, as basketball reporters, they can't do without basketball stars.
After Wang Tuo got out of the car, Yang Mo stepped on the accelerator and sped away. Soon they arrived at Liu Yifei's house. Although her house was not as grand as Yang Mo's house in Miami, it also had a yard and a garden, with everything you need.
When Yang Mo walked into the hall, Liu Yifei's friends shouted in unison: Fuck!
Yang Mo couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed and looked at Liu Yifei, but Liu Yifei was laughing heartily.
Fortunately, Yang Mo was good at taking a joke and soon became friends with them.
After the lively party, everyone in the room began to encourage Yang Mo to sing, and they insisted on listening to Yang Mo sing Chinese songs. These foreigners fell in love with Chinese culture because of a word "fuck", which is really dicey.
Finally, Yang Mo sang a song called Descendants of the Dragon which was very appropriate for the occasion. She even taught them how to sing it at the end. A group of foreigners who couldn't even speak Chinese sang Descendants of the Dragon. The scene was so funny that Liu Yifei laughed so hard that she fell backwards. She hadn't been so happy in many years.
After a while of making a fuss, the idiots suddenly started gossiping about the relationship between Yang Mo and Liu Yifei. Under their gossip, Yang Mo's explanation was useless. They just believed that they were a couple, and finally shouted in unison: Kiss ! Kiss! Kiss!
Yang Mo…didn’t particularly dislike this forced pairing. After feeling a little embarrassed, he suddenly reached out and held Liu Yifei’s face and kissed her on the forehead, then said unhappily, “Is that enough?”
"Not enough!" Everyone shouted in unison, insisting that a kiss was necessary.
Yang Mo then held Liu Yifei's blushing face and kissed her on the mouth. As soon as the kiss was over, everyone burst into laughter. Then someone raised a sign: Yifei, you lose!
Yang Mo suddenly realized when he saw this scene. He was actually fooled. He was a little unhappy at first, but then he thought that he didn't lose anything. Instead, he kissed his dream lover twice. This was a great thing that he could never dream of back then!
Amid the jeers of the crowd, Liu Yifei stood up with a blushing face, walked to Yang Mo, and kissed her with her eyes closed... Boo!
When Liu Yifei's soft lips appeared beside Yang Mo's mouth, Yang Mo almost couldn't help sticking out her tongue, but at this moment, Liu Yifei had already quickly moved away. Then she turned around and said to the people who were making trouble: "Okay, Lao La, I lost and you won."
"Now that you've kissed each other, why don't you just get together for real?" someone suddenly suggested.
Yang Mo pretended not to hear it. As long as Liu Yifei agreed, he would have no objection. Liu Yifei blushed and said to the man, "Don't make trouble. I shouldn't have joked with you today."
"It was you who insisted on saying that Chinese men are conservative and introverted." The man replied with a smile.
"Oh, by the way, what's going on?" Yang Mo, who had been under the spell of encouragement, couldn't help but join in their incoherent conversation and asked.
At this time, the man explained to Yang Mo: "Fei Fei was discussing with us the difference between American men and Chinese men. She said that Chinese men are introverted and conservative and would never kiss girls in public. Then we made a bet with her. As you know, you kissed her, and as a punishment, she kissed you again."
"So that's how it is!" Yang Mo touched her lips which still retained the fragrance and savored it for a while. So, these two kisses were earned in vain?
Yang Mo subconsciously looked at Liu Yifei, and felt that her face was red and almost bleeding. She walked to her side and whispered in Chinese: "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Liu Yifei said softly. After a while, she asked again, "Is your girlfriend jealous?"
girlfriend?
Yang Mo muttered to himself twice, trying to figure out what Liu Yifei meant, and then pretended to be confused and said, "What? What vinegar? Do you want some water? I see your face is all red."
