Chapter 32: Draft Surprise
Ross and his three companions suddenly rushed out. Yang Mo quickly stretched out her hands to hold her face and rubbed it quickly so that her tears would not be seen by them. Then she smiled and said, "Hey, man, stop teasing me. What other surprises can you come up with?"
"We definitely didn't play with you." Eric Gordon vowed, "We never played with you."
"You'll know when the time comes," Westbrook added.
"Wow!" At this moment, Gordon suddenly noticed Lu Xueman beside Yang Mo, pointed at her and exclaimed, "She's so beautiful. Is this your girlfriend?"
"……No……"
Before Yang Mo could say anything, Lu Xueman beside him inexplicably took his arm and said, "Yes, man, I'm his girlfriend. Didn't he tell you?"
"Hey, Yang, how could you do this?" Westbrook yelled and punched Yang Mo, then pointed at Lu Xueman and said, "Why didn't you introduce your beautiful girlfriend to us earlier?"
"I..." Yang Mo really didn't know what to say.
At this time, Derrick Rose, who had been silent all the time, pulled Lu Xueman's sleeve and whispered, "Do you have a sister or an elder sister? I don't have a girlfriend yet."
cut!
As soon as the sultry Derrick Rose said this, Yang Mo and the other two gave him the middle finger at the same time. The atmosphere suddenly became joyful and the previous sad atmosphere was instantly dispelled.
"I do have a sister." As soon as Lu Xueman said this, the three people were immediately hung up, and they all opened their mouths wide waiting for Lu Xueman's next words. Unexpectedly, Lu Xueman changed the subject: "But... she is only eight years old now."
OH, man!
The three of them held their heads and screamed at the same time. Needless to say, the black people's body language is really the most interesting among the three races, although it is a bit exaggerated.
After chatting with the three of them for a while, Yang Mo asked them about their surprise, but they refused to tell her, and kept using the excuse of "you'll know later" to evade Yang Mo. After a while, the talent show was about to start, so they returned to the front.
After the three left, Yang Mo and Lu Xueman sat down. Lu Xueman asked Yang Mo curiously, "Are you familiar with them?"
"After the counterattack, the relationship has improved a lot." Yang Mo nodded. He was also very surprised why the relationship between the four people became so good all of a sudden. Maybe it was because of that game, everyone put their hands together in despair and adversity, forming an amazing tacit understanding and trust.
"You must make good use of it. Maintaining this network of relationships can bring you more benefits." Lu Xueman said in a very 'business' tone.
Yang Mo didn't like what he heard, so he said with a straight face, "They are my friends, not tools for me to gain benefits. Don't say such things in the future. I don't like it."
Yang Mo finished his lecture with a straight face, and surprisingly, Lu Xueman did not refute. Yang Mo paused for a moment, and then continued to ask: "Oh, by the way, do you know what a friend is?"
"I don't understand!" Lu Xueman shook her head without any hesitation and said, "I have never had any friends since I was a child."
"Then you really are..." Yang Mo wanted to say that it was quite pitiful, but when she saw that Lu Xueman looked a little sad, she swallowed the second half of the sentence and said instead: "It's quite a pity."
"I have no regrets. I'm fine this way." Lu Xueman forced a smile , but still felt an indescribable sense of loss.
Yang Mo suddenly became very interested in her. A woman who had no friends since childhood and hated men from the bottom of her heart, what kind of tragic experience could have caused this? So he asked, "Didn't you say you wanted to tell me your story? Now you can tell me."
"Forget it." Lu Xueman shook her head, pointed at the stage, and changed the subject: "Stern is here, and the draft has begun."
Seeing that he was unwilling to talk, Yang Mo did not ask any more questions.
After a long speech on the stage, Stern took a small envelope from the audience and read aloud: "In 2008, the first pick of the NBA draft, the Chicago Bulls selected... the point guard from the University of Memphis... Derrick Rose!!"
When Derrick Rose's name was called out first, there was applause from the audience. This result was not surprising, but Michael Beasley in front was a little disappointed.
After Derrick Rose hugged his family and friends, he hugged Westbrook and Gordon . Finally, he walked to the back and hugged Yang Mo. Then he put on a Bulls logo hat and quickly ran onto the stage.
He went on stage and shook hands with Stern, said a few polite words, walked to the podium and gave a speech: "Thank you Chicago, thank you my coach, thank you my friends and my family, I love you. I will bring my talent to Chicago, I will be the best rookie this year. And... Finally, I want to recommend a player to all managers in the league, that is my brother, Yang from China. He is a very good rebounder, a very good inside defender, and his three-point shooting is extremely accurate. I hope to see him on the NBA stage. Thank you."
After Derrick Rose finished speaking, he gave Yang Mo a V sign. Yang Mo was stunned, but very touched. He never thought that Rose would actually canvass for him under such circumstances. Is this what they call a surprise?
Yang Mo was stunned, and the people at the scene didn't react at all. They hesitated for nearly two seconds before clapping.
At the same time, fans around the world who are following this draft are wondering: Who is China's Yang? Is he the second Yao Ming? Why is Derrick Rose campaigning for him? Is this a shady operation by the league?
Everyone was talking about Yang Mo, and the discussion was even louder than that about the top pick, Derrick Rose. After all, Derrick Rose was already a popular rookie that attracted worldwide attention, and it was no surprise that he got the top pick. But who was Yang Mo? Where did this Chinese kid come from? People always pay more attention to mysterious people.
The fans were discussing this, and the general managers of the 29 teams in the league were even more excited. Every office was discussing who the Chinese Yang was and how Derrick Rose could admire him so much.
Among all the general managers, Michael Jordan was the happiest. He had a smug look on his face, thinking in his heart that Rick Ross was worthy of being the leader of the Bulls' revival and his vision was as good as mine.
Pat Riley is undoubtedly the most worried. He was already very distressed by the sudden emergence of Michael Jordan, and he did not expect that now even the No. 1 pick would advertise for Yang Mo. What if those managers really listened to him and snatched the spot in advance?
Pat Riley was very worried, but domestic reporters kept receiving messages from home: Hurry up and get me the latest information about Yang. I want to know everything about him accurately. This matter must be exclusive.
The crew that interviewed Yang Mo also received this message, but at this time they were too embarrassed to interview Yang Mo because everyone knew that Yang Mo had a strong unpleasantness with their reporter.
At the same time, the reporter was even more angry. Because of the interview accident just now, the leader had already strongly criticized him over the phone, and judging from the tone, he might be dismissed, or even sent to Africa for interviews. Now seeing Yang Mo so glorious, he felt very uncomfortable and kept cursing silently: God, Buddha, Virgin Mary, you must not let him be chosen, you must not let him be chosen.
"I envy you." Lu Xueman suddenly turned her head and said to Yang Mo.
"Are you jealous of me?" Yang Mo didn't quite understand what Lu Xueman meant.
"I envy you for having a friend who disregards his own interests to help you." Lu Xueman pursed her lips and said with emotion: "Derrick Rose will definitely be scolded to death by his agent later, because he has shifted all the focus to you. Now everyone is paying attention to you instead of him."
"I'll treat him to a meal." Yang Mo chuckled.
"Heh." Lu Xueman suddenly let out a long sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Can you take me with you?"
"Of course, you are my girlfriend." Yang Mo laughed, stretched out his hand to hold her neck and hugged her in his arms.
Lu Xueman quickly pushed Yang Mo away, but she was not as cold as before. Instead, she said with a smile: "You idiot, don't take advantage of me."
"Didn't you say that yourself?"
"Only I can say it, you can't say it."
"screw you."
Yang Mo cursed with a smile. At this moment, Stern received a second letter with the result of the Miami Heat.
