Chapter 447: Only 60 Points
Lu Xueman thought Lu Xuefei was still a naive, innocent girl. That was why she was so angry with Yang Mo, believing his sudden attack had set a bad example for Lu Xuefei. Little did she know that her sister had already completed her transformation into a woman and was already managing Yang Mo's harem.
Being called out by Lu Xueman made Lu Xuefei feel even more uncomfortable. She subconsciously glanced at Yang Mo, who was even more uncomfortable than she was. What kind of thing was this? Even the most outrageous screenwriter couldn't come up with such a complicated plot. Is there any relationship between three people that is more love-hate relationship than this?
"Um...sister, is there something wrong?" Lu Xuefei walked in with her head held high.
"It's okay." Lu Xueman didn't know how to explain this to Lu Xuefei. After all, she was still a virgin and she only had a superficial understanding of matters between men and women. But she felt that as an older sister, she had to establish a correct view of gender for her younger sister.
But the fact is, her sister became a woman before her, and her experience in this area has surpassed her hundreds of times.
And this is the source of embarrassment.
"Then I'll go back to my room first." Lu Xuefei nodded, quickly wiped her legs and prepared to walk into the room.
"Um..." Lu Xueman hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, "It's really nothing. Yang Mo just played a little joke on me. Don't let it get to you. Also, you should focus on reading books on economics and management. You need to enrich and equip yourself with knowledge."
"Okay, I understand, sister." Lu Xuefei quickly agreed, secretly made a face at Yang Mo, and quickly ran back to the room.
After Lu Xuefei ran back to her room, Lu Xueman beside her shook her head and sighed repeatedly, then turned around and criticized Yang Mo fiercely, "You think you should never touch anyone at home, especially in the living room, understand? Xuefei is still young, it would be bad if she learns bad habits. After all, she doesn't have her own judgment yet, and she doesn't understand matters of the sexes, so it's easy for her to go out and taste the forbidden fruit."
Lu Xueman spoke seriously, but Yang Mo tried hard to hold back his laughter. Because he knew Lu Xuefei too well. She was not the little white rabbit Xueman described. She had tasted the forbidden fruit a long time ago, and her views on sex were much more mature than yours.
Yang Mo was secretly complaining, but he wouldn't let a single word out. Now wasn't the time to show his hand. If Lu Xueman knew about this now, she would have to kill him.
"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I have to go comfort Xue Fei and can't let her get stimulated again." Lu Xueman said this and quickly walked towards Lu Xuefei's room. After watching her push the door open and carefully close it, Yang Mo couldn't hold back his smile and laughed out loud, slapping his thigh.
So funny!
While Yang Mo clapped her thighs and laughed, Lu Xuefei inside was in agony. Her sister, Lu Xueman, was already giving her a sex education lesson—yes, the same stuff her junior high school teachers taught her. After all, Lu Xueman only had so much experience, and that was all she could use to teach her younger sister. Little did she know that her younger sister was already a seasoned orgasm user, with so many orgasms she couldn't even count on a calculator.
Lu Xuefei endured the greatest annoyance and listened to Lu Xueman's endless elementary teaching, but Yang Mo ran to the bed early and fell asleep.
The next morning, he boarded a plane to Los Angeles. Next, he had to compete with the Clippers.
This was supposed to be a foregone conclusion, but ever since Yang Mo's outrageous statement the day before yesterday, the spotlight has been on the game. Everyone is speculating whether Yang Mo can surpass Durant's scoring record. Durant scored 55 points, but can Super Yang reach 60 tonight?
Durant immediately responded to Yang Mo's attack: "That guy's shooting percentage is very low when he's double-teamed. He doesn't have my accuracy, nor does he have my high release point. Besides, Ms. Scarlett won't cheer him on. So, how could he possibly surpass me? Also, do you think the Clippers will let that guy get 60 points as he pleases?"
The focus of Durant's words was not on the comparison of offensive power with Yang Mo, but on the subsequent instigation. He meant to let the Clippers try their best to prevent Yang Mo from scoring 60 points. After all, for the Clippers, if Yang Mo really fulfilled his boast, it would be a huge harm to them.
Even though the Clippers have completely missed the playoffs this year and are forever a broken ship in the City of Angels, broken ships still have dignity and pride. Yang Mo spoke so recklessly, without a care for their feelings. Even if we are a bad team, we will never let you trample on us.
"We will defend Young with all our strength and let him know that the Clippers are not a team that can be easily scored against." The Clippers spokesperson waved his fists and expressed their most stubborn stance in the most determined tone when facing the media interview.
However, it is obvious that the Clippers do not have many chips, and their confidence at the small forward position is better than nothing, otherwise Kevin Durant would not have scored 55 points so easily.
When the Clippers vowed to stop Yang Mo, Durant's idol, Scarlett Johansson, said in front of the media: "Of course I am willing to watch a good basketball game, especially since Super Yang invited me. I really like Super Yang's performance in 007. It is absolutely phenomenal. He deserves an Oscar for it."
Scarlett Johansson's words undoubtedly broke Kevin Durant's heart: Goddess, why do you treat me like this? I am your most loyal, reliable and die-hard fan who is willing to drink your bath water.
What shattered Kevin Durant's heart even more was when a reporter pressed Scarlett Johansson on whether she was a Yang Mo fan. Scarlett Johansson replied, "Of course I am. I just signed a film because of him, because his company also invested in it. What film? It's a Captain America comic book adaptation!"
Scarlett Johansson openly expressed her admiration for Yang Mo in front of the media. This was undoubtedly a ruthless blow to Durant's broken heart. He was in pain! He was suffering!
Why does this guy always feel so superior? Why does he always outshine me? He makes more money than me, I tolerate it. He's more famous than me, I tolerate it. He overshadows me in his first year, I tolerate it again. He surpasses me in the scoring charts, I tolerate it again. But why is he even taking away my last goddess? I'd even drink her bath water, so why does she still worship that bullshit super yang?
Kevin Durant was deeply dissatisfied. He believed that Yang Mo had destroyed his entire paradise. He could only hope that the Clippers could successfully stop Yang Mo, so that he would break his promise in front of his goddess and lose . Then he would reappear as a victor and regain her attention.
Yang Mo paid no attention to what Kevin Durant was thinking. In fact, an hour before the game, he and Eric Gordon were meeting in the small cafe inside Staples Center. They chatted animatedly, like good friends, discussing everything. At the end of the conversation, Eric Gordon suddenly said to Yang Mo, "Yang, our team is going to be rebuilding this summer, and I might be traded."
"Huh?" Yang Mo was a little surprised and said, "Aren't you the Clippers' core perimeter player? Why would they trade you?"
"I don't know. My agent just told me to be prepared to be traded at any time." Gordon shrugged helplessly and said with a wry smile, "You know, in this league, except for a few signature stars, all players are commodities. We have no right to decide where we will be tomorrow night. That's the general managers' business. We just need to pack our bags in advance and inform our families of the move."
Eric Gordon's words made Yang Mo feel a little sad. He patted Gordon on the shoulder and told him not to be so sad.
"Among the four of us players who made a big splash in the draft, I ended up being the one who performed the worst. Oh..." Gordon became more sad as he spoke.
Yang Mo didn't know how to comfort him after hearing this. He simply felt that Gordon's negativity was a bit excessive. He paused briefly before continuing, "Our careers have just begun. No one can be sure of what tomorrow will bring. All we can do is live each day to the fullest. Improve a little every day, become a little stronger every day. Even if we can't surpass others, at least we can surpass ourselves."
After Yang Mo finished comforting him, Gordon nodded in confusion, and then the two fell into silence, neither of them speaking.
After two years of professional competition, Gordon had become increasingly depressed. Yang Mo didn't know what had changed him, but he hoped Gordon would get better. However... he really didn't know how to help him, so he could only silently wish him well.
The two of them sat there for about ten minutes before a Clippers staff member came over and told Gordon to go practice. Gordon then stood up and walked out. As he was leaving, Gordon suddenly said, "Yang, do you think it would be exciting if we played on the same team one day?"
"I don't know." Yang Mo smiled and shook his head. He really didn't know.
Gordon chuckled and walked away quickly.
After Gordon walked away, Yang Mo suddenly figured out what was going on: Could it be that Gordon wanted to come to New York to play basketball?
At this thought, he subconsciously crossed out his mind. Although the two of them had a very good relationship, in all fairness, Gordon was not the right teammate for him. First, Gordon's defense wasn't very good, and second, his height limited his development. His playing style also overlapped greatly with Yang Mo's, and neither of them had the ability to pass. So... the two of them together would inevitably be less than the sum of one plus one.
Oh, Beasley, and now Gordon.
Yang Mo sighed deeply. He suddenly felt puzzled: Why would these two rising stars who could dominate the field want to follow me?
