Chapter 27 The Promise of the Basketball God
“Michael!”
The five people had a name trembling in their hearts at the same time. To the young men who played basketball, Michael Jordan was the eternal god of basketball.
"Are you calling me?" Yang Mo pointed at himself and asked with some confusion.
"Are there any other Chinese among you?" Michael Jordan asked with a smile.
"Go quickly, we are waiting for your good news." Westbrook pushed Yang Mo quickly. They also knew that the probability of Yang Mo being selected was very small. Now that Michael Jordan was willing to talk to him, it meant that the Bobcats might have taken a fancy to him. Of course, they all hoped that Yang Mo could be selected, so they all pushed him forward.
Yang Mo knew that these brothers had good intentions. But he had already reached a secret agreement with Miami. If Michael Jordan intervened, wouldn't it ruin everything? At the moment, he was a little entangled.
If he went, he might miss something important. If he didn't go, he would be disrespecting the God of Basketball.
Yang Mo weighed the pros and cons, and finally gritted his teeth and went up. He thought to himself, if Michael Jordan asked him, he would say the worst, and he would definitely not choose him.
Michael took Yang Mo to the cafe outside the stadium and sat down. Then he took the initiative to ask, "Do you need a translator? We just happen to have a Chinese girl in the player management department."
"No need." Yang Mo waved his hand. Ever since he completed the mission with Shaquille O'Neal, his spoken English has reached the level of an authentic American.
"I just watched you play and I think you are very good. Would you like to try out with our team?" Michael Jordan asked with a smile, maintaining his utmost kindness.
"I don't want to." Yang Mo shook his head decisively.
"Huh?" Michael Jordan frowned. He didn't expect that there would be a player who would reject his proposal. Doesn't this guy know who I am?
Seeing Michael Jordan frowning, Yang Mo quickly made up an excuse: "I think my level may not reach the NBA standard, so I don't want to waste money and time."
"No, no, no." Michael Jordan waved his hands quickly and said, "You should be confident, man. Don't pay attention to what others say about you. I think you are one of the ten best players in this training camp. If you are willing, the door of our Charlotte Bobcats will always be open to you."
Michael Jordan's words were equivalent to a promise to Yang Mo. If it was three days ago, Yang Mo would have cheered and shouted long live. But now, he has received a promise from Pat Riley, and even the contract has been signed.
He was very happy to be recognized by the God of Basketball, but he felt more sorry because he had to disappoint the God of Basketball since he had already reached an agreement with Pat Riley.
"Thank you very much." Yang Mo said apologetically, "But... I still don't plan to go to Charlotte for the tryout. The draft will be the day after tomorrow, and traveling back and forth will make me very tired."
If another rookie spoke to Michael Jordan like this, Michael Jordan would definitely splash coffee in his face. What the hell? I, the great God of basketball, don’t put on airs with you, so why are you acting so high in front of me?
However, Michael Jordan was extremely fond of Yang Mo. He backed down without hesitation, and backed down without any bottom line: "Well, since you don't want to go to Charlotte, it doesn't matter. Can I know about your family and your growing environment?"
Hmm? Understanding the family? The growing environment?
Yang Mo felt something was wrong when she heard this. Could it be that Michael Jordan really chose me? He actually knew about my family background. Was this a sign of concern and consolation for new employees?
Although she was surprised, Yang Mo answered truthfully out of politeness: "When I was ten years old, I lost my parents, and then I lived alone until now."
Yang Mo spoke calmly, briefly describing his experience, without any intention of seeking sympathy. In fact, Yang Mo did not need sympathy. He knew when he was ten years old that he could only rely on himself for everything. People who live in the sympathy of others are more pitiful than beggars.
Yang Mo said it calmly, but Michael Jordan was upset: No wonder this kid is so strong on the court, it turns out he has been independent since he was a child. His strong competitive spirit must be caused by his family environment. He must choose. If he can survive life, then nothing can knock him down on the court.
Yang Mo had no idea that her simple words could make Michael Jordan even more determined.
"I'm sorry to bring up your sad story."
"It's nothing, it's all in the past." Yang Mo shook his head. He didn't think it was a sad thing. Only those who are not strong enough will always live in the sad past.
Michael Jordan was very satisfied with Yang Mo's frankness. He admired this kind of tough guy, not the kind of coward who complained about everything. Then he asked, "Do you have any bad habits?"
Yang Mo thought about it carefully. She really didn't have any bad habits. She had lived like a Puritan for more than 20 years. After thinking for a while, she asked, "Does it count if I don't like washing my face?"
Puff!
Michael Jordan laughed out loud after hearing this and said, "You're so cute. Of course that doesn't count. I mean, do you have a habit of smoking marijuana or something like that?"
"No." Yang Mo shook his head and said, "It is illegal to do these things in China."
"Oh, then I'm relieved." Michael Jordan nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that there would be an addict in the locker room, which would be a huge harm to the team.
Jordan was silent for a while, and finally asked a professional question: "Have you been a power forward since you were a child?"
"I have not received any professional training since I was a child. I am considered tall among Chinese people, so, from childhood to adulthood, every time I play basketball, my friends will let me play center or power forward." Yang Mo said simply, for he was afraid that if he said too much, Michael Jordan would really take a fancy to him.
" You have never received professional training?" Michael Jordan asked quickly after hearing this.
"Yeah, that's right." Yang Mo nodded. He didn't quite understand what Michael Jordan meant. He thought that saying he hadn't received professional training would make Michael Jordan less favorable to him, and thus wouldn't affect Miami's selection of him, so he added, "I just practiced randomly on my own."
Yang Mo thought that Michael Jordan would pay less attention to her after hearing this, but she didn't expect that Michael Jordan would become even more enthusiastic after hearing this: A rough diamond! He can play like this without any training, he is a true genius. If he receives professional training, how amazing will he be in the future?
"Okay, no need to say more." Michael Jordan slapped the table excitedly, scaring Yang Mo into thinking he was going to leave. Unexpectedly, after slapping the table, he grabbed Yang Mo's shoulders tightly with both hands and said excitedly: "You are the player we need, I will definitely choose you."
ah?
Yang Mo was completely dumbfounded when she heard this. She thought: Why? I have already humiliated myself like this, and you still chose me. Are you sick?
"Are you sure you want to choose me?" Yang Mo asked confusedly.
"Sure." Michael Jordan nodded heavily and said proudly, "I will use you to prove to the world that my vision is accurate and all the previous ones were just mistakes."
Yang Mo was grateful that Michael Jordan thought so highly of her, but...what should she say to Pat Riley?
Just then, Michael Jordan's assistant walked in with a tall Chinese woman.
As soon as the woman came in, Jordan waved at her excitedly and said, "Lu, come here. This is your compatriot. You can work together from now on."
Yang Mo followed the sound and asked. The woman Jordan called "Lu" had black hair and delicate features, and had a gentle feeling of the Jiangnan water village. But her figure was extremely domineering, with a convex front and a curved back, a typical American girl's figure, exuding a wild and seductive aura everywhere. The two extremes were blended in the same body, and there was no sense of disobedience. Yang Mo couldn't help but whispered in his heart: "This is the ultimate combination of Chinese and Western!"
