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Chapter Thirty-One: Sad Past

Lu Xueman led Yang Mo to the group of reporters and immediately found the reporter with the CCTV logo. After saying hello to a director next to him, the reporter who was holding a microphone and doing live broadcasts immediately said: "Okay, host.

, we have now invited the only Chinese player to participate in this draft, Yang Mo."

As soon as the reporter finished speaking, Lu Xueman gently pushed Yang Mo. Yang Mo walked to the reporter, and the photographer immediately turned the camera over.

Yang Mo looked at the camera and hesitated for a moment, then said hello to the camera with a smile on his face. It looked quite similar. Lu Xueman next to him looked at it and couldn't help covering his mouth and burst into laughter, muttering in a low voice:

"She really looks like a superstar."

"Mr. Yang Mo, maybe everyone is not very familiar with you because you have never appeared in the domestic basketball world. Are you confident in this draft?" The reporter asked Yang Mo while holding up the microphone.

"Hello, audience friends, hello fans, and hello brothers and sisters in Donghua City, I'm Yang Mo." Yang Mo babbled for a long time, and Lu Xueman, who was next to him, heard a black thread and hurriedly said to Yang Mo.

Make gestures to indicate the key points.

Yang Mo received Lu Xueman's gesture and smiled slightly awkwardly. He changed the subject and said proactively: "Maybe you are not very familiar with me. I have never played in the CBA or participated in any national youth team. In fact, I

I've never even been to a professional team, I'm just an ordinary basketball enthusiast."

"Um..." The reporter was stunned by Yang Mo's words of 'ordinary basketball enthusiasts'. Ordinary basketball enthusiasts actually dare to come to the draft? Is it a joke? At that moment, he looked down upon Yang Mo and asked casually: "Then

Do you have confidence in this draft? Do you think you will be selected?"

"Of course. I wouldn't be here if I didn't have 100% confidence."

Yang Mo said it very seriously, but the reporter subjectively regarded him as bragging, so the tone of the question seemed a little unkind: "Is it because you are so confident that you inherited it from your parents? Or is it caused by the environment in which you grew up?

"

The meaning of the reporter's words was very obvious, that is, he was scolding Yang Mo for being uneducated.

Yang Mo might have tolerated it otherwise, but this idiot suddenly stood up and scolded his parents. He absolutely couldn't bear it. As an orphan, his self-esteem was extremely sensitive in this regard. At that moment, Yang Mo was still smiling.

His face instantly stiffened, he turned his head and stared at the reporter: "What do you mean by that?"

The reporter was startled subconsciously when Yang Mo glared at him. He was really afraid that Yang Mo would slap him. This was a live broadcast! He quickly apologized and said with a smile: "I mean, is your self-confidence innate?"

of."

"Yes." Yang Mo nodded directly, and then said: "I know you want to say that I am arrogant, but... time will prove everything."

Saying that, Yang Mo shook his head and walked out of the screen.

Yang Mo shook his head and left. The tens of millions of fans watching the show across the country were dumbfounded. The reporters were also dumbfounded. Lu Xueman was also a little at a loss. Although she also heard the unkindness in the reporter's mouth, there was no need for Yang Mo to say anything.

Such a bad temper.

So, she quickly chased after him.

At this time, after being embarrassed for several seconds, the reporter forced out a smile and said, "Okay, audience friends, this interview is over."

After saying this, the reporter started swearing: "Damn it, what the hell? I really thought I was some kind of chicken, a piece of shit..."

Before he could finish cursing in anger, the director next to him quickly unplugged the microphone. Oh my god, this is a live broadcast. The screen hadn't been switched just now. Now, people all over the country know that there is a person on CCTV who speaks foul language and doesn't know how to respect it.

A human reporter.

At first, the audience thought it was rude for Yang Mo to leave inexplicably. But now after listening to the reporter's words, they completely understood that it was this rude reporter who angered Yang Mo.

This broadcast incident immediately triggered a large-scale discussion among netizens. Various posts on various forums sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and everyone was discussing Yang Mo who appeared out of thin air.

Yang Mo's first public appearance, although not perfect, caused an unparalleled sensation. At least in a short period of time, it made up for the gap in his previous twenty years in terms of popularity. He became famous overnight.

At the same time, Lu Xueman had caught up with Yang Mo. She took Yang Mo's hand and asked: "How could you do this? Even if someone is rude, you can't just walk away? This is a live broadcast, and it is broadcast nationwide.

There are so many viewers staring at you."

"Don't talk to me about these things, I tell you." Yang Mo turned his head, pointed at Lu Xueman, stared at him and shouted loudly: "If I don't whip him today, it means I have cultivated myself."

Yang Mo suddenly became so serious, Lu Xueman couldn't help being frightened, and shut her mouth for no reason. Although the two had known each other for a short time, Yang Mo gave her the impression of a character with no temper, but she didn't expect that he would suddenly explode now.

. She subconsciously felt that the reporter just now must have touched his vagina, otherwise he would not have been so angry. You must know that she had given him a lot of looks in front of him, but he laughed it off.

After Lu Xueman remained silent, Yang Mo walked to his round table, found a chair and sat down, closing his eyes and keeping his head silent.

All kinds of emotions were ups and downs in his heart. He thought about everything in the past ten years. He had not had an easy life in these years, but he had never embarrassed his parents. Suddenly, he suddenly remembered his father when he was a child.

The scene when he was given his first basketball. "Xiao Mo, today is your birthday. Dad gives you a basketball. I hope you can beat Dad in the future."

As he thought about it, tears began to fall from Yang Mo's tightly closed eyes, and he couldn't stop them. He was thinking how great it would be if his father were still here and could watch him play in the NBA with his own eyes.

How proud you should be!

Yang Mo wiped away his tears vigorously, and a tissue was handed to him. Yang Mo looked up and saw that it was Lu Xueman.

After hesitating for a moment, he took the tissue, quickly wiped away his tears, and wiped his face twice to make it look like he had never cried.

"Is something wrong?" Yang Mo asked Lu Xueman after wiping away his tears. He tried to squeeze out a smile to prove that he was not sad, but he still couldn't do it.

"It's okay." Lu Xueman shook his head gently, sat next to Yang Mo, and asked in a low voice: "Can I know why you are angry? I don't want to pry into your privacy, I just want to avoid such things from happening again in the future.

.”

"..." Yang Mo was silent for a while, picked up a glass of water on the table, took a sip, and said: "My father is a very good basketball player. He is my idol. He once led our provincial team to win the championship.

National Games champion. When he gave me the first basketball, he said he hoped I could beat him, but then he cheated. He didn’t wait for the day when I could beat him. When I was ten years old, I was with my mother.

…”

When Yang Mo said this, his throat finally choked up and he couldn't speak any more, so he raised his head and drank two more mouthfuls of water, but he was still too sad to speak.

Lu Xueman was also very sad after hearing this. She lowered her head and wiped away a lot of tears. Then she reached out and patted Yang Mo's shoulder. Suddenly, a feeling of "we are all the same people in the world" welled up in her heart. She couldn't help but want to

He held Yang Mo in his arms who was sobbing silently.

"Do you want to know my story?" Lu Xueman whispered.

As soon as she finished saying this, Derrick Ross, Westbrook, Eric Gordon and the other three came over. As soon as Westbrook came over, he patted Yang Mo on the shoulder and said: "Hey, man, we have discussed it.

We will give you a big surprise later."

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