Chapter 378 Love Saint Milicic
No matter how the outside world discussed this bloody gossip incident, Yang Mo remained silent after issuing the statement. He was unwilling to make any further comments on this stupid matter because he knew that it would be better if he didn't speak. As long as he spoke, no matter what he said, public opinion would drag him into an endless vortex.
Under the expectation of countless basketball fans, Yang Mo fans and gossip fans, the Knicks' home game against the Denver Nuggets finally came as scheduled. As the media that bought the broadcasting rights for this game, TNT specially arranged a camera to focus on Paris Hilton and Spike Lee, just not wanting to miss any dynamics between the two.
In fact, in a sense, their limelight has overshadowed the game. It's like after the last game, the New York media gave most of the space to Paris Hilton and Spike Lee's verbal attacks, and the Knicks' victory over the Hawks was nowhere to be found. Only one or two battle reports can be found in the sports section, that's all.
Five minutes before the game started, Paris Hilton and her sisters walked into the stadium in a heroic and confident manner, while Spike Lee and his whole family also showed up, with an expression that they were determined to fight to the end.
As for Emma Watson, who was supposed to be the main character, she did not sit in the first row, but in the fifth row at the back. Although it was also considered a VIP area, it was more or less to avoid the spotlight. This was arranged by her agency. Her agency believed that she should appear at the venue because it would gain her a lot of exposure, but they did not want her to be involved in a war of words because it would damage her reputation.
Before the game started, Paris Hilton led her group of sisters to stand up and shout: Super Yang! Come on!
Their cheers caused the whole audience to scream and boo. The screams came from gossipers who were looking for trouble, while the boos came from loyal Super Yang fans who, like Spike Lee, thought that a slut like Paris was not worthy of Super Yang!
As Yang Mo heard the cheers, he looked up at Milicic. Milicic didn't show much expression. He was warming up calmly, as if he didn't hear or see anything. Yang Mo didn't know whether his expression was a sign of things getting better or a reminder of things getting worse.
Soon the referee blew the whistle, signaling the starting players of both teams to take their positions and prepare for the game.
Just as Yang Mo got into position, JR Smith, who was covered in tattoos, approached her with a nonchalant expression and said in a cocky tone, "Hey, can you tell me how many female stars you've fucked?"
This guy was so arrogant, but Yang Mo ignored him and glanced at him with disdain, as if to say: Who the hell are you? Is it your turn to speak?
Seeing Yang Mo's contemptuous look, the arrogant JR Smith immediately became unhappy and muttered: "Damn it, do you think you are so great? If I beat you tonight, Paris will get into my bed!"
Smith was so mean, Yang Mo glared at him coldly and said, "Josh Smith said the same thing to you the night before yesterday. You'd better take care of yourself. Also, starting tomorrow, Nike will cancel its sponsorship of your sneakers, and you will not be allowed to wear Nike shoes in the future."
"You...why? I'm a contracted player of Nike, why don't you let me wear Nike shoes?" JR Smith said harshly.
"Just because I'm a shareholder of Nike, it's no problem for me to ban a small character like you in the board of directors." Yang Mo said disdainfully: "You can be dissatisfied, but you will receive a call from your agent tonight!"
"You..." JR Smith's eyes widened in anger. He then remembered that Yang Mo was a shareholder of Nike. He didn't know how to refute her and could only attack her in another way: "Don't think you are great because you are the boss. I will use my actions to completely destroy you tonight. Then I will hold a press conference and say that you are holding a grudge because of the destruction you suffered from me, and you are sacrificing the interests of the company to get revenge and fire me."
"Hmph, that depends on your ability!" Yang Mo still sneered with disdain, not taking Smith seriously at all.
Smith was treated so contemptuously by Yang Mo that he immediately gritted his teeth and looked like he would not stop until he beat Yang Mo. But how could Yang Mo be afraid of a player like Smith? In a sense, Smith was the impoverished version of Yang Mo. What he could do, Yang Mo could do a hundred times better than him, and what Yang Mo could do, he could only do two or three things, dunking and three-point shooting!
Therefore, when Yang Mo faced this kind of player, he could almost always win.
Other players are afraid of players with convulsions, but Yang Mo is not afraid, because he is the ancestor of convulsions!
drop!
When the referee blew the whistle, Milicic, who had been indifferent before, suddenly burst into amazing energy. He jumped high, shouted a fast break, and then dunked the basketball to the front court. Yang Mo immediately ran to the front court. JR Smith wanted to chase him, but he couldn't even pull his jersey. He could only watch him rush to the front court like the wind, pick up the basketball that Milicic dunked, and rushed into the penalty area to do a powerful tomahawk dunk... Boom!
When the basketball was slammed into the basket, Madison Garden erupted with the first cheers and screams of the night.
When the whole audience was cheering "Super Yang", Yang Mo pointed his finger at Milicic and shouted, "He is also a hero. He has 60% of the credit for this goal!"
Yang Mo's recommendation made Milicic applaud at the scene, but Milicic ignored the applause and looked at Paris Hilton with a loving expression, saying softly: "You like Super Yang! You like to watch his performance, so I will support him, as long as you are happy!!"
When Milicic said this, Yang Mo was completely stunned.
He didn't expect Milicic to be so devoted. This is simply the highest realm of a romantic.
There is a line in the song: As long as you live better than me, nothing else matters!
