Chapter 63: Black Thinking
When Wade drove into JAY-Z's luxurious estate, the party had already begun.
When Yang Mo was in this extremely luxurious manor, she suddenly felt like she was walking into a movie. Everything seemed so unreal. From time to time, one or two celebrities would pass by, some of whom grew up watching her movies. Look...isn't that Angelina Jolie? Wow, Tom Hanks!
Yang Mo's eyes kept scanning the people passing by. Almost every one of them was a person she could see on TV. There were football stars, singers, movie stars, and basketball players... There were too many of them, so many stars that she was overwhelmed.
Yang Mo walked around with a glass of wine in his hand. He knew most of these people, but the key point was that they didn't know him. And it was not appropriate to ask for autographs in such a private occasion. It would be embarrassing for Wade.
So, Yang Mo got bored. He walked to the luxurious living room, found a sofa and sat down, quietly looking at all the familiar yet unfamiliar people around him. Yang Mo sat here, looking a little lonely, but Dwyane Wade was very adaptable to this environment, chatting with one and flirting with another, like a fish in water, more energetic than he was on the court.
Yang Mo sat for a while, and then a black man dressed in hip-hop style with a gold necklace as thick as a thumb around his neck came over. As soon as he came over, he enthusiastically clapped his hands with Yang Mo and even bumped chests with her. He seemed to be very familiar with Yang Mo, but Yang Mo was very confused; who is this?
"Hey, man, I watched your game last night. You were so cool. Do you want me to write a song for you to criticize Lopez? We New Yorkers hate that country team." The black man wanted to write a song for Yang Mo as soon as they met. From his dress, Yang Mo knew that he was a rapper. But Yang Mo was not familiar with rappers. At most, she knew Eminem and JAY-Z.
"A country team?" Yang Mo repeated it with some surprise.
"The New Jersey Nets." The black man said arrogantly, "They have always dreamed of moving to New York. Go to hell. We New Yorkers only have one home team, and that is the Knicks!"
"Uh..." Yang Mo was a little surprised. He didn't expect that there was regional discrimination in the United States. It seemed that no matter where they were, people in big cities looked down on people from small places.
"I really like watching you play basketball, you are very powerful and manly." The black man continued to praise: "The dunk you made that hit Lopez's face bloody was the most manly and powerful dunk I have ever seen, but I didn't see it in the top five plays today. David Stern is so disappointing."
Listening to the black man talking, Yang Mo really couldn't get a word in. This guy was like a machine gun, his mouth chattering non-stop, one theory after another.
"By the way, you guys are playing against the Knicks tomorrow night, right? I have season tickets to New York, I'll go cheer for you then."
"But... aren't you a New York fan?" Yang Mo asked with some surprise.
"I am your fan too. I cheer for you and New York. As long as you don't beat our players until their faces are covered in blood, I won't boo you or write a song to curse you." The black man said very seriously.
Yang Mo's face turned black after hearing this. He didn't understand this guy's logic.
It has to be said that in this world, the thinking ability of black people is indeed the most abstract. Their imagination is so wild and untraceable that sometimes they themselves don’t even know what they are talking about.
"Hey, 50cent, what are you doing here?" At this time, a loud female voice sounded in my ears.
Following the sound, a beautiful black woman with a hot body walked over. Yang Mo had some impression of this woman, her name seemed to be Rihanna, and Beasley often listened to her songs.
This is considered to be a beautiful black woman, at least in line with Yang Mo's aesthetics. Although her butt is too big and too perky, and her pair of big breasts is too amazing.
Rumor has it that black people's private parts are tight and wet, the best in the world, but Yang Mo could not overcome her psychological barriers. Although it was the same when the lights were turned off, she still felt subconsciously as if she was doing the same thing as Justice Bao.
"Wow!" Yang Mo saw Rihanna, and Rihanna also noticed Yang Mo. She pointed at Yang Mo in surprise, then ran over quickly and hugged Yang Mo tightly. Her pair of soft and chewy big breasts rubbed against Yang Mo's chest, making Yang Mo feel particularly comfortable.
Rihanna hugged Yang Mo passionately for nearly half a minute before letting go. After letting go, she kissed Yang Mo on the forehead. Yang Mo was confused and thought: Are all black people so natural and familiar? Brothers and sisters, I don’t think I have ever said a word to you before? Why are you so affectionate right from the start, as if we have been friends for decades.
"My little darling, I love you so much. I watched your game last night, it was awesome. I like tough guys like you. I've never dated an Asian guy before. By the way, is your girlfriend here? I really like their songs." Rihanna said excitedly.
Yang Mo could tell that Rihanna was very excited, but he didn't understand what Rihanna was trying to say: Do you love watching my games? Or do you love a macho guy like me? Or do you want to date a yellow guy like me? Or do you like Girls' Generation's songs?
Yang Mo went over these questions carefully in his mind and felt overwhelmed. He really couldn't communicate with the black man because his thoughts jumped too quickly.
"You know what? This is the first time I've watched a whole game. Even if you were off the court, I kept watching . I'm definitely your loyal fan." Rihanna was still very excited: "Can I invite you to star in my MV?"
"Um... I may not have time. We have to compete until next year." Yang Mo declined with a smile.
"Oh, that's okay." Rihanna laughed heartily, then whispered in Yang Mo's ear, "Do you want to date me?"
Yang Mo was petrified when she heard this. You are too aggressive, aren't you? No wonder people say that European and American girls are open-minded, but this is the first time Yang Mo has seen a girl who asked for a date right away.
"Um...I have a girlfriend." Yang Mo replied awkwardly.
"It's okay." Rihanna shook her head very proudly: "I won't interfere with your relationship."
"..." Yang Mo was confused again and had no idea how to face such a tough female man.
"Hey, Rihanna, Rudy is looking for you." At this time, a voice came from outside. Rihanna heard it and quickly turned her head and said, "Okay, I'll be right there."
Then, he kissed Yang Mo on the forehead again: "Baby, wait for me, I'll be back soon."
After saying that, she licked her tongue sexily and walked away quickly.
After Rihanna left, 50cent sat over and said, "Man, ignore her, she's a bitch. Let's talk about writing a song about Lopez!"
Yang Mo was completely speechless when he heard this! He felt that it might be a mistake to be here tonight.
