basketball never sleeps

Chapter 313 Disillusionment
"The loss of Chauncey to the Pistons is immeasurable. It is true that the Pistons are a defensive team. In the end, the victory of a basketball game depends on the score of both teams. The Pistons do not have an absolute offensive strong point to build the offense around. At this time, the role of the playmaker is extremely important."

"Dumars placed a great deal of trust in Stuckey, but unfortunately Stuckey did not demonstrate the ability to match Dumars' trust. Let alone being the playmaker for a team like the Pistons, I even doubt whether he has the ability to start. He has talent and ability, but the position that truly suits him is the bench."

Mark Jackson, who was commentating on today's game, gave a factual and insightful assessment of Stuckey's performance.

Before the game, Starkey had imagined a scenario where he was evenly matched with Morven and ultimately came out slightly worse, just like Leonardo DiCaprio and Tom Hanks in the cat-and-mouse game.

It is indeed a cat-and-mouse game—a real-life version of Tom and Jerry.

Wen was the cat that casually manipulated and toyed with him, while he was the mouse scurrying away in constant trembling.

Upon receiving the ball again, he didn't hesitate and began to break through by lowering his body.

In order to avoid being intercepted by Mo Wen—who had already intercepted him twice before—he had to keep his dribbling height extremely low, but this height was not suitable for him to take advantage of his speed.

Mo Wen made no attempt to intercept, standing like a solid city wall blocking his way. Every time Starky tried to exert force, he would time it perfectly and push him with his chest.

Stuckey could only step sideways or even back to protect the ball at this point.

Unbeknownst to him, Stuckey had retreated from the three-point line, retreated to the logo area, and retreated into the coach's roar and the referee's whistle.

"That's too cruel, really, too cruel," Billups exclaimed, watching the television.

"I don't think Mo did anything wrong, so how is that cruel?" The monster next to him scratched its head sheepishly.

“It’s precisely because he did nothing that he’s considered cruel.” Milicich glanced at the cheerful boy, but his heart grew heavy.

He also enjoyed playing basketball with Mo Wen as his teammate.

But after becoming the team leader, he felt the pressure of the game from a new perspective and increasingly felt Mo Wen's strength and terror.

Dumas, listening to the jeers and lamentations of the home fans on the sidelines, lowered his head and turned to walk into the players' tunnel.

He clearly realized that the era of the Pistons was over.

Just like Isaiah Thomas's retirement, the Pistons are about to enter a new cycle.

On the court, the game officially collapsed at the start of the second quarter.

Sanders stripped Stuckey of possession of the ball, allowing Hamilton and Prince to take turns controlling and distributing the ball, but neither of them were good at initiating attacks with the ball.

Although the Pistons players executed their tactics reasonably well, against players with exceptional athleticism, even a half-second delay in passing the ball could render all their runs futile.

The two teams outscored each other 14-30 in the second quarter, widening the gap to 20 points. Although the players on the court continued to work hard, everyone knew that it was now garbage time.

Hill saw the fans leaving the field and thought about his choice back then.

Ups and downs, is that what life is all about?
But seeing Mo Wen signing autographs for fans on the sidelines, and thinking about Mo Wen's experiences, he couldn't help but smile.

No, it's just a basketball.

Mo Wen still gave his former team some face. Although he played in the second half, he basically didn't play defense, preventing the point difference from widening too much.

Stuckey took the opportunity to score 13 points, but he was not happy at all. The gap in strength between the two was too big, they were simply not in the same league.

effort?

The word is ridiculous in the face of such a gap, like letting a snail crawl from the ground to the top of the Empire State Building, where all it sees is despair.

……

On November 9, the supersonic aircraft arrived in New York.

Mo Wen did not choose to stay in a hotel with the team, but instead returned to the luxury apartment he had bought but had only used a few times.

Let's invite the neighbors over for a casual party.

This can also be considered a way of thanking them for their efforts in promoting Magic Shoes.

Magic Shoes has now successfully established itself in the North American fashion scene due to its unique and stylish design and limited-edition scarcity.

The Olsen sisters, the eldest princess, and other socialites deserve much credit for this.

Mo Wen could only repay a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude.

After a conversation that night, Mo Wen went to the kitchen to mix two cocktails for the ladies to quench their thirst, when he suddenly heard the door open.

Mo Wen felt a little numb. He had only given the apartment key to Little Catherine, who hadn't told him she was coming today.

The current situation is a bit hard to explain.

Not to mention how messy the bedroom was, there were still new Victoria's Secret items scattered around the living room that hadn't been tidied up.

However, he quickly realized that he hadn't chosen his own territory as the battlefield.

So who came back?
Elizabeth Olsen was stunned when she opened the door. Not only was the kitchen light on so late, but there was also a half-naked, handsome man standing inside.

Upon closer inspection, her face looked familiar. Wasn't that her crush?

He was thrilled when his sister told him that his crush had bought an apartment upstairs, but unfortunately he never saw him again.

So, she went into the wrong room?
Wait a minute, she opened the door with a key, didn't she?
"Mwah... Mo!"

Mo Wen quickly recognized her; she was the younger sister of the Olsen sisters, the future Scarlet Witch.

To be honest, youth is a woman's greatest asset. Even without much makeup, the young woman looks much more appealing than her future self when he's fully dressed.

"Elizabeth, is that you? I've heard your sisters mention you. You live here too?"

"Yeah, um, this house still seems to be mine." The girl was a little embarrassed by the guy's gaze and said timidly.

Because she chose to attend university in New York, her two older sisters bought her this house as a gift for her 18th birthday.

The Olsen sisters usually live in another large apartment on Manhattan Main Street.

"I see. I was being presumptuous by not letting you know before I came. I'll definitely bring you a gift next time I come."

Mo Wen wasn't very good at handling such awkward situations. Just as he was racking his brains for something to say, a charming voice came from the hallway of the room.

"Mo, I'm a little thirsty. Have you found anything to drink?"

Then the eldest princess sauntered out from the direction of the sound. Unlike Mo Wen, she was not particular about such things and knew to wrap herself in a towel before coming out. She appeared before the two of them wearing the King's New Clothes.

Seeing her previously close "big sister" snuggling naked and as softly and affectionately as a kitten against her crush, Xiao Ao felt her pupils tremble.

Mo Wen, who was taken aback by the appearance of the eldest princess, did not know how to explain to Xiao Ao Mei, so he chose to state the facts.

"That's the situation. Your two older sisters are still in the house, probably asleep."

Elizabeth turned her head and saw the messy living room. Combined with the princess's current appearance, she finally realized what had happened.

My crush has been shattered.

No, she likes Mo Wen, but not Mo Wen's noble character.

Speaking of which, she was heartbroken a while ago when Mo Wen formally proposed to Little Catherine. How could a popular male god like you get married?

"Who are you talking to?" The princess looked in the direction of Mo Wen's voice. "Oh, Liz (Elizabeth's nickname), oh, you're back. Mary said you'd be staying at the dormitory for the next couple of days!"

In her haste, the princess grabbed the bath towel from Mo Wen's body, hastily untied it, and wrapped it around herself.

Feeling the coolness below, Mo Wen's breathing suddenly stopped.
Sister, don't you have any clothes?
Oh, it seems you don't actually have one.

But you can't do it like that.

Little Ao exclaimed in surprise and quickly covered her eyes with her hands.

But those tiny gaps between your fingers are big enough for a horse to run across, girl, what are you covering up?
Mo Wen wasn't one to mince words; since she was a pretty girl, he just looked and that was that.

"Have you seen enough?" Mo Wen asked before pulling the princess in front of him to shield her from view.

"Ah, no... I didn't see it. You guys go ahead with your work, I'm going to sleep in the guest room." Little Ao Mei's face was now as red as a steampunk princess. "By the way, my sister is asleep, so there's no need to wake them. I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep right away." After saying that, she ran into the guest room.

"Oh dear, the big stars have been seen naked!" Ivanka said with a grin.

"You have the nerve to say that?" Mo Wen raised an eyebrow and tapped her on the head.

"I'm sorry, I apologize to you, okay?"

"Is it just an apology?"

The princess rolled her eyes at him, then punched him lightly before lowering her head.

The most tender moment was when she lowered her head, like a water lily shyly trembling in the cool breeze.

The night continued.

But back in her room, Elizabeth couldn't fall asleep.

The room was actually quite well soundproofed, but the noise from the party next door was just too loud.

As if tempted by the devil, she took one step at a time, following the dim light of the corridor, and arrived at the master bedroom door.

She knew that invading other people's privacy was immoral, but she was also certain that what Mo Wen was doing now was absolutely unethical.

In New York, a "land of virtues," morality is not a necessity, but rather an ornament.

And at least, Mo Wen kept the door closed.

She is still in college and hasn't entered the entertainment industry yet. Her two older sisters protect her very well. She still hears a lot of things from her roommates. Although various DVDs have started to be sold, learning from books is never enough.

Mo Wen had excellent hearing, so he naturally heard the sound of the bedroom door being quietly opened, but he didn't pay much attention to it. As the Director said, "To fight external enemies, one must first secure internal stability."

He didn't go out to check until he had finished dealing with things inside the room.

Then they saw a man slumped to the ground, his body exposed. Suddenly they heard him emerge, and they hurriedly tried to get up and flee, but their legs were weak and they could not get up. In a disheveled state, their faces turned as red as blood, and they sat down covering their faces.

Kind-hearted Mo Wen picked her up, intending to reunite the three sisters. However, Little Ao Mei grabbed the door frame.

Mo Wen could only obey the woman's wishes and send her back to her room.

And then, it all fell into place naturally...

"No, Elizabeth, you!"

Under the dim light, a touch of crimson could be seen.

"Mmm, be gentle." Her snow-white neck nodded slightly.

Forget it, come here.

The following day, under the nagging of the Olsen sisters, Mo Wen was forced to sign an unequal treaty requiring him to come to New York once a month in order to barely escape from the harem.

Having too many women can indeed become a stumbling block on a man's road to success.

Fortunately, Mo Wen has succeeded.

……

Back with the team, everyone saw that Mo Wen looked a bit tired and probably guessed what was going on, but no one said anything.

Ray Allen, who always likes to emphasize self-discipline and discipline, had no objections, since they were playing the Knicks tonight.

After acquiring Randolph in the summer, Isaiah Thomas declared that he would lead the Knicks to greatness again, or at the very least, make the playoffs.

But his bold pronouncements didn't even last until the start of the regular season.

Because Thomas did it too.

A former WNBA player and former Knicks staffer, Anucha, has accused the "Smiling Assassin" of sexual harassment.

At the first hearing, Marbury stood next to Thomas as a witness, claiming that Anucha was blackmailing Thomas.

However, during the second hearing in September, when questioned about the details, Marbury chose to acknowledge the specific events described by the woman, which ultimately led to Thomas losing the case.

Thomas escaped real charges and imprisonment thanks to his financial power.

Although Thomas later pretended to be magnanimous and accepted Marbury's betrayal.

However, after the season started, Marbury was deemed to be in poor form and was immediately benched. Open any entertainment newspaper in New York and you can see the feud between Marbury and Thomas.

The outcome of the game that night was almost a foregone conclusion.

133: 103.

Mo Wen scored 25 points and 10 rebounds before clocking out, while the others had a blast. Ray Allen had a breakout performance, scoring his first 30+ points of the season, Gay scored 20 points, and Tyson also scored 18 points.

The 300-pound Eddie Curry and 250-pound Randolph, who were highly anticipated by Thomas, failed to make any impact against the Supersonics' lightweight inside players.

Eddy Curry managed another putback and dunk, while Randolph, as a scoring guard, spent most of his time floating on the perimeter taking wild shots.

Marbury came off the bench and performed well against Atkins, scoring 18 points, but only had 2 assists throughout the game.

He hasn't completely tanked yet, but he's already somewhat out of his mind; once he gets the ball, all he sees is the basket.

Mo Wen felt that this might be fate, like a lost lamb that would eventually be put on the dinner table.

He is ready to be a mentor, and domestic basketball really needs outstanding talents like Marbury.

That night, when leaving New York, Little Sister O appeared out of nowhere and secretly saw Mo Wen off.

Seeing his teammates winking and making faces, Mo Wen realized Xiao Chunu's troubles. It's said that a young married woman is good, but she may not be pure, but she is definitely innocent.

However, Mo Wen wasn't worried. He figured that once he stacked her and her two older sisters together, he could change Xiao Ao Mei's unrealistic fantasies.

If she can accept this...

Then he would have even more insights.

……

November 10, Staples Center.

The game whistle blew, and Kobe's game-tying shot ultimately landed outside the basket.

McGrady, panting heavily, couldn't help but smile as he looked at Kobe, who was gritting his teeth in front of him.

We won, hahaha.

He finally beat Kobe again.

"What are you laughing at? Do you think you won? I scored more points than you! I was just a little unlucky." Kobe said with a dark face, feeling an itch in his elbow at the sight of his best friend's smug look.

“I didn’t say anything.” McGrady shook his head and pointed to the scoreboard above. “Why don’t you talk to it and see who it says won?”

"Fuck you, you win!" Kobe finally accepted the result. He glanced at Paul, who was wearing a groin and was a little annoyed. "Every time I need you to step up, you either pull a poop or get injured. And you still want to take over my position?"

“No one’s bad luck lasts forever. I should have won a long time ago.” McGrady sat up, turned his head to look at the tall man, and couldn’t help but grin.

He finally experienced the wonderful feeling of having a teammate who is better than him.

Hey, why do you say again?
Thinking of that taller figure, McGrady's smile faded again.

"You guys are playing the SuperSonics in a couple of days, right?" Kobe thought of the Spurs' schedule he'd looked at before the game. "You're going to face Morey again. Are you confident?"

"What do you think?" McGrady's expression turned even colder when the SuperSonics and Mo Wen were mentioned. "I've never thought he was better than either of us. I came to the Spurs to prove that. I can win a championship by following in his footsteps."

"Championship? You can talk after you get through the first round." Kobe curled his lip.

(End of this chapter)