basketball never sleeps

Chapter 320 How come this bastard has such a lucky life!

If there was anything Stern regretted about in 2000, it would be Vince Carter's disastrous dunk at the Olympics.

In that lackluster Olympics, or more accurately, where the Dream Team nearly collapsed, Carter's dunk became an enduring classic moment in basketball history, and to some extent salvaged the reputation of the American team.

That was the first dunk over a dominant center in a real game.

Stern admired the dunk, but was even more disappointed that it didn't happen in the NBA.

When Stern got home from get off work, he simply checked on Mo Wen's behavior as usual.

Mo Wen's smooth, concise yet elegant playing style always gives him the feeling that the NBA's technical level has evolved.

Seeing that the outcome of the match was no longer in doubt, he was already getting ready to wash up and go to bed.

But I never expected this.

Just before he was about to turn off the TV, Mo Wen pulled a big surprise on him.

"Fuck, this young man, fuck!"

As Mo Wen leaped over Bodog, countless sophisticated words flashed through Stern's mind to express his amazement, but he quickly shattered them all.

Great moments don't need much embellishment.

All that's needed is the purest form of catharsis.

Fu*king God!
An Asian man leaped over a white center?
Stern can guarantee that that damned racial theory will be thrown into the trash by all the media tomorrow.

If anyone dares to bring up race again, Mo Wen's argument will become an inescapable paradox.

"You damn Australian idiot, what the hell are you trying to do?"

Stern was getting worked up about the massive influx of traffic when he saw a flushed-faced Bodog trying to get back at the enemy in the most foolish way.

Then Mo Wen kicked him away.

Yes, kicked away.

If Rodman is like butterfly stroke, then Bodog is like backstroke.

They all look straight, just different from the front and back.

Oh right, what is he worrying about? He's actually worried that Mo Wen will suffer a loss?

However, the blood pressure that had just risen had to come down.

Headache.

Damn Australians, can't they just accept reality like that Frenchman?
Frédéric Weiss: All the savvy Frenchmen died in Verdun long ago. And besides, I was just being polite, thank you.

To be fair, that future Frenchman was quite polite; he even gave way to the eighty-year-old man for half an hour…

"A suspension is definitely necessary. We want to build a clean league where any violence is unacceptable. Mo's actions were not wrong, but the rules are there and we must abide by them."

"So Andrew Bogut is suspended for 5 games, and Mo is suspended for 3 games? And then each of them is fined 25000?" the bald guy on the other end of the phone asked tentatively.

"Adam, you need to understand that Mo is now the number one gatekeeper in the league...

"Understood, then a one-match suspension!"

……

Post-match press conference.

“I don’t think I need to apologize to someone who initiates violence. I personally want to let basketball speak for itself on the court, but when it comes to violence, I am first and foremost a man.”

"That slam wasn't a big deal. I was too tired to stop. If I had crashed into him directly, I would have definitely hurt him. So, I could only try my best to jump as high as possible. Luckily, I still had strength in my legs, so that's how it happened."

Do you think I should apologize for this? No, I think Andrew should thank me, but unfortunately, his foolishness turned my good intentions into a fable about the farmer and the snake.

"Respect? We're playing basketball, not child's play. I'm curious, when Vince dunked on you guys, did you also ask him for respect?"

Leaning back in his chair, Mo Wen appeared quite relaxed.

That makes sense. We won, and we even got a suspension and a break. Things are getting better and better.

Although he kept saying that Bodog should thank me, he was actually a little grateful to that white pig in his heart.

He let off steam and at the same time gave himself a legitimate excuse to take a vacation. What a great guy!

Of course, there are negative consequences to this, such as losing the opportunity to play a perfect season. However, he doesn't plan to accumulate 4 points to exchange for the title of Executive Vice GOAT, so perfect attendance doesn't really mean anything to him.

"Mo, you should have let us go. He couldn't stand losing and started trouble. You just kicked him. That was too easy for him."

On the plane, Guy said in a serious tone that he admired Mo Wen very much, so he hoped to replicate the path Mo Wen had taken. Mo Wen made a name for himself against Ma Long in his freshman year, while he could only play honestly in his sophomore year. Who could he complain to?

Ray Allen also nodded in agreement, a rare occurrence for him.

He didn't really agree with Gay's point of view, but believed that the team leader shouldn't personally take to the court, and that the team's core player should protect himself on all fronts. He even suspected that Mo Wen might be intentionally trying to get suspended and rest.

“I’d like to, but you couldn’t even last 20 rounds against Dark, I’m really worried…” Mo Wen smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"I was the one who let him have his way! I wasn't serious!"

"How about you two have a sparring match when you play magic later?"

"Ahem... I think we players should let the basketball speak for itself."

"Ha ha ha ha"

……

The following morning, Mo Wen heard Old Hill recount the league's punishment of him and couldn't help but question his life.

"Damn it, is Stern serious? The news says I broke three of his ribs, and you're just going to suspend me for one game?"

"Dog shit, ptooey!"

In the hospital room, Bodog couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood when he heard about the league's punishment for the previous night's conflict.

The NBA is a dark place.

He was humiliated, dunked on, had his ribs broken, and was injured so badly that he couldn't play for two months. As a result, he was suspended for five games, while Mo Wen was only suspended for one game.
Although he brought all of this upon himself, doesn't Mo Wen bear even 1% of the responsibility?

……

"LeBron, a team is willing to trade for our center." Danny Ferry found LeBron, who was still in practice, and couldn't wait to tell him the good news.

"The Suns have agreed to trade Shawn (Marion)?" A look of joy appeared on LeBron's face.

"No, not Shawn, but he's a better fit for you and Reed than Shawn. His pick-and-roll is good, he has a decent shooting range, and his rim protection is better than Zydrunas Ilgauskas's, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"He just can't play for the time being and will have to wait two months before he can return to the court. But what's certain is that he really wants to win against the SuperSonics." Danny Ferry's face showed a hint of embarrassment.

"Andrei Bogot?" Ajam asked tentatively.

"It's him."

"...I don't like this joke, not at all."

……

With the deliberate guidance of the league and Nike, the image of the NBA's first "dunk of death" was brainwashed onto offline media and online platforms, while the issues of violence and even suspension became minor episodes after Bodogt couldn't accept defeat.

Some media outlets even actually accepted the abstract claim that Mo Wen's dunk was to protect Bodog.

After Mo Wen rested for one game, the SuperSonics, led by Ray Allen, held on for three quarters but ultimately lost to the Hawks, ending their winning streak.

The Hawks have risen to prominence this season, and the addition of Lewis has filled the Hawks' much-needed gap in consistent shooting.

Roy, Jonas, Josh Smith, Rashard Lewis, and LaMarcus Aldridge. They aren't exactly top-tier stars, nor did they all reach their peak at the same time, but they have already demonstrated the ability to be among the top ten in the league.

The media sees them as a repeat of last season's SuperSonics, both teams having a bad season due to poor personnel and injuries. But once the players regain their health and make reasonable trades to strengthen the team, no one can estimate what potential they can unleash.

Looking at the roster on paper, Mo Wen is not optimistic about their performance in the playoffs. The playoffs are a stage for superstars, and the Hawks' players are a level below.

Of course, nothing is absolute.

Take Mike, for example. He's got the skill to beat Westbrook in his prime during his rookie season, but he just can't get past the second round. That's just fate.

Roy has made significant progress by studying Mo Wen's floor-style play. He has a solid foundation and can use his talent to wear down opponents and break through, as well as his technique and rhythm to get past them.

But after watching Mo Wenfei dunk on Bodog, he began to doubt the path he had chosen.

Whether it was a flying dunk or a kick that sent the opponent flying, Mo Wen's physical talent was clearly not at the level expected of a floor-based player.

He suspected that Mo Wen was holding back all along, like someone who starts with full gear but pretends to farm minions while laning against you, and you only realize that the opponent's damage is wrong after the actual fight.

He felt he had seen through the truth behind Mo Wen's consistent championship wins since entering the league. Sadly, he couldn't learn from him and even had to consider how to face such an opponent in the future.

In the final game of their six-game road trip, the SuperSonics flew back to New York to challenge the Nets.

Mo Wen's return in this game was a disappointment for the SuperSonics players. If the order of these two games had been reversed, the SuperSonics might have had a real chance to maintain their winning streak.

Other teams usually tank during the regular season, but the Nets creatively achieved the feat of tanking during the offseason.

Rasheed chose to retire in the summer, while Carter was poached because of insufficient funds. However, the Nets' tanking was thorough. Kidd kept saying he wanted to leave, but they ignored him. Jefferson wanted a big contract, but they remained silent as well.

The Nets did have a chance to acquire Lewis, but Thorne thought he was too expensive. Lewis's asking price was only slightly lower than Carter's, and signing Lewis would only make him look foolish, so the trade deal quickly fell through.

The Nets team is now exuding a fresh and refined... rotten smell.

The team's morale hasn't wavered, all thanks to the promises made by management—that they will trade for Gasol.

"Hey, you don't look too good right now," Mo Wen said to Kidd while his teammate was shooting free throws.

"It's nothing. The adult world is never easy. You'll understand when you get married." Kidd gave a wry smile.

Suing his wife for domestic violence, his wife countersuing, property division, child custody, the future of the team, his own future—all these things came together in a tangled mess.

But it's precisely because of this that it can't be killed.

"Why not change your environment?" Mo Wen suggested.

"It depends on what the team thinks. I think people should always have some sense of loyalty and morality." As he spoke, Kidd looked up at the sky, and he did have a bit of a chivalrous air about him.

If he hadn't kept glancing at Mo Wen, Mo Wen might have actually come to approve of him.

"What are you trying to say? I've won a championship for every team I've played for, understand?"

Kidd was speechless, but luckily the rebound bounced away and saved him. Kidd stuck out his butt and twisted hard to push Mo Wen away.

After a game of rest, Mo Wen was in great form, hitting three three-pointers in the first quarter and scoring 15 points with a combination of inside and outside shots, along with 3 assists.

Kidd couldn't stop Mo Wen's speed, and Jefferson got smarter, just posing and messing around.

However, Mo Wen had no intention of scoring another 40 or 50 points. With a 19-point lead at halftime, he called for Hill and Scola to practice.

Hill's performance was mediocre, while Scola was completely outmatched by the Nets' weak interior defense.

He managed to score 17 points in a single quarter by using his inside moves and floaters.

Kidd: I'm not envious, really, not at all! ...How come this bastard has such a good life!

Without Carter's ball-handling isolation plays, the Nets needed Kidd even more, but the embarrassing thing was that no one really developed the half-court offense. The whole team just kept setting screens and switching on the perimeter, while the SuperSonics were focused on collapsing and watching. In the end, the Nets could only solve the problem with very risky shots.

基德全场12分10篮板10助攻，而复出的莫闻全场下来则是27分，10篮板，11助攻。

The chemistry between top point guards was on full display in this game.

……

11 month 24 day.

While snowflakes have already begun to fall in Harbin, which is at the same latitude, Seattle is still shrouded in a warm, misty haze.

The broad-leaved trees along the shores of Lake Washington, with their leaves curled at the edges of yellow, fall one by one in the cool autumn breeze, floating on the gently rippling lake surface, creating a unique and charming scene.

After finishing his research on the three doors of the two households, Mo Wen grabbed Catherine and Ruth, one in each hand, and pulled them into the gym's bathroom.

Mo Wen is a sentimental person. Even though it has been more than two years, he is still infatuated with the two women's plump and healthy figures.

It's often said that Western women age very quickly as they get older, but that's just a general observation.

A healthy diet, a regular lifestyle, sufficient exercise, balanced endocrine system, financial security, no stress, and scientific self-care—when a woman possesses all these qualities, aging becomes merely a concept, and maturity becomes the true description.

“Darling, we’re planning to publish a book about your training. What do you think?” Big Catherine whispered softly to Mo Wen.

"Is it just writing training notes? I'm worried about you talking to me like that," Mo Wen teased, pinching her round, firm breasts.

"Get lost! I was just worried you wouldn't agree. Otherwise, what do you think I would write? About how you teased the four girls in your family?"

Big Catherine blushed and, not allowing Mo Wen to refute her, used her power to shut him up.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t write, I’m just afraid you’ll be like those bloggers, writing whatever you want to get attention.”

Mo Wen was referring to none other than "Harvard Mu Zimei," who has recently become very popular on Facebook. Like the Mu Zimei in China who writes documentary-style erotic novels, this Harvard female student not only writes documentaries but also includes pictures and debates with conservatives, which has attracted considerable attention and controversy.

The fake Harvard motto teaches you how to be a person; the real Harvard student handbook says—you must wear a seatbelt while driving at night, and you must replace your seatbelt if you want to change lanes…

“How could we write something like that? This is all because of you. People on Facebook know that we are your trainers. They saw your dunk a while ago and were very curious about how we train you. Some even asked if you know feng shui and tai chi.”

Ruth explained the reason from the side.

"In that case, you can write whatever you want. Don't be too specific. Even if I cut my training intensity in half, there aren't many people in the NBA who could keep it up. If I were to give you some advice, you could describe more conceptual issues."

Mo Wen thought of Tim Grover's bestselling book, which was essentially a success book disguised as a sports philosophy. The most popular concept in the book was the "zone" or "white zone".

But readers will buy into it, since abstract concepts are much more relatable than concrete plans.

"Concepts? I was thinking of organizing your previous training plans, but after thinking about it carefully, it's really unnecessary. You can still mess with us after training all day; you're not like an Earthling at all." Big Catherine snorted twice.

"Not from Earth? That's right, I'm here to invade Earth. Lift your butt up, I'm about to begin my invasion."

"Hate!"

……

Returning to their home court, the SuperSonics easily defeated the "Trust the Process" 76ers, finally facing another formidable opponent.

Heat.

Before leaving, Riley called Wade to the Heat's trophy cabinet.

Wade looked at the basketball covered in roses, a complex expression appearing on his face.

The strongest team, the most coordinated outside shooting duo, and the most exciting passing combinations.

Just like yesterday.

But they can never go back to the past.

To be honest, he doesn't really want to go back right now.

Riley looked at Wade's changing expression and nodded with satisfaction.