"They won, the Knicks won! They beat the Bulls 4:2 in the finals and won the third championship in history. They had created history again. After 24 years, they had won the championship again! And our young player, Ming Yang, scored 60 points, 15 rebounding, 15 assists, 5 steals, and 5 blocks. He won his first NBA Finals MVP award and created the history of the NBA.”
In the live broadcast room, Wang Meng was so excited that he forgot himself and shouted. Yang Yi also jumped up and waved his fists in celebration.
"I didn't expect that the Knicks would get a black spot and enter the playoffs in eighth place. They defeated the Bulls all the way to the finals and won the championship. Not only did Yang Ming create history, but he also broke the record for the youngest FMV in the league. He was creating greatness!”
" Yang Ming is a young man who is only eighteen years old. He will only turn nineteen in a few months. He..."
Whoosh!
Yang Ming sat up in shock from his dying illness. He was short and weak. Oh, no, he was just suddenly awakened from his sleep.
He was experiencing the peak of his life in his dream, but when he woke up, he found himself drenched in sweat and a satisfied smile on his face.
What the f * ck championship? What the f * ck victory over the Bulls? Were the New York Knicks and the Bulls not in the same district? How could they meet in the finals?
Yang Ming secretly laughed and got up from the bed. At this time, he found that his eyes were bright and clear.
Only then did he remember that he had only taken an afternoon nap.
Daydreaming?
Would it come true?
Yang Ming looked out of the window and suddenly couldn't help but start fantasizing.
If that really happened, then they would not have to face the Bulls in the finals, but rather the Arizona Giants.
The next two finals would be a battle between the Bulls and the Knights.
The New York Knicks and the Bulls were in the same district, so they wouldn't meet in the finals.
Yang Ming secretly complained to Wang Meng in his dream. He turned around and walked to the closet, changing into his plain clothes.
After flying back from toronto, he took a nap. At this time, the food in the fridge had been used up, so he had to go out for a walk.
He went to the kitchen and took out a carton of milk from the fridge. He then left the house in a hurry and took the elevator to head to Chinatown to buy groceries.
Yes, he still needed to go back to Chinatown to buy groceries from time to time, but it was far away from his cousin's market.
"Hey, Yang, are you out shopping?"
"Wow, Yang, you did great last night. Please continue to work hard!”
"Young, you must work hard in tomorrow night's game and win the Hornets!”
"Where are you going, Yang?"
"Yang, can I have your autograph?"
Walking on the street, Yang Ming suddenly became popular like a celebrity. The passersby he met along the way instantly turned into fans and greeted him one after another. There were even some old men and women who smiled and nodded at him, cheering for him.
Only then did Yang Ming realize that he seemed to be on fire.
When he passed by the display windows of some furniture and appliances, he saw the televisions facing the street. They were playing the NBA game news from yesterday, and he happened to see his post-match interview.
Some of the fans were still gathered there, watching with relish. As they watched, they talked about him in high spirits.
A female fan accidentally noticed him and screamed in surprise.
"Heavens, it's Yang!"
As she shouted, the fans turned around in unison and looked at him with surprise.
"Wow, it really is him."
"He looks even more photogenic in person. He's really handsome!”
"Good luck, Yang. I'll be there to watch the game tomorrow night!”
"Yes, yes, yes. I've also bought tickets. I'm just waiting to see your game. You played really well last night!”
They were very enthusiastic and surrounded Yang Ming, making him feel a little embarrassed.
He simply borrowed a pen from a fan and signed his name before waving goodbye with a smile.
The fans looked at the two Chinese characters on their clothes. Although they could not understand it, they realized that it was his name. Their faces were filled with joy.
In the afternoon, Yang Ming returned home with many bags. He was surprised to see Oakley, the auntie, Starks, and even Ewing. Among them was Big Ben, who was a little shy.
Other than You Yin and Big Ben, Yang Ming didn't need to guess to know what the three people in front of him were doing. They were all here to play on his billiard table and his foul shooting skills.
F * ck, is this over?
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows and pushed these people away unceremoniously, opening the door.
"Wow, you're finally back. We thought you died inside.”
"Not to the extent of dying. I suspect that he's having a tryst with some woman inside.”
"Hurry up and open the door. I can't wait to ravage you.”
The three hooligans rushed Yang Ming anxiously. The moment the door was opened, they all rushed in and rushed into the hall. They picked up the billiard stick in the corner at the same time and shouted at Yang Ming,"Hurry up and put down your things, our pole god!”
"If you're not worried that I'll beat you back on the basketball, please wait a moment.”
Yang Ming didn't really want to bother with them. He carried the things and walked into the kitchen.
Unfortunately, those three hooligans were all people who remembered to eat but not to be beaten. They did not care if they would be killed later on and continued to clamor.
"Brat, don't be so smug. Do you think you can be arrogant just because you're popular? We are not afraid of you."
"That's right, you're already famous, but that still can't change the fact that your pole stinks.”
Their faces were extremely domineering. The auntie even cursed,
"It makes me angry. When I went out, those guys actually wanted to get his autograph from me instead of myself. Dog sh * t, am I not handsome? Why don't you want my autograph?"
Seeing how they treated him like an outsider, You Yin smiled bitterly. After apologizing to Yang Ming, he also walked to the billiard table.
Big Ben, on the other hand, was embarrassed to be like those old people. He took the initiative to help Yang Ming carry the things and put them in the refrigerator.
When the two of them returned to the hall, the three hooligans and Ewing had already started their billiards game.
Four two-meter-tall men surrounded a billiard table. Yang Ming suddenly realized that it was pitifully small. There was not enough space for them to stand.
"Aren't you going to play, Ben?"
Yang Ming was speechless and turned to look at the big book.
This big Ben looked about the same height as him. For a center inside, size was small enough. However, his defense was good, and he was physically strong. He received a two-year basic salary contract from the management, totaling more than 500,000 dollars.
"That table is not enough for five people.”Big Ben replied in a muffled voice.
He looked a little shy, reserved, and uncomfortable.
Perhaps it was because they were both draft picks who entered the league in the same year, but he was still just a fringe player, while Yang Ming was already the core of the team's perimeter that quickly became famous. The two's positions changed too quickly.
He was not used to it, but he was also very envious.
(Uh, it's getting harder and harder to get up in the past two days. Speechless, looks like I still sleep too late at night!) Reward!)
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