basketball never sleeps

Chapter 326 Yes!
Having grown accustomed to the pace of life in the NBA, Mo Wen originally thought his life would continue to cycle according to the rules of "predictable disorder".

Matches with no fixed schedule, holidays based on the team's overall condition, a period of rest whenever there's free time, and sleepless nights...

It continued until the evening of December 12th.

In the lakeside villa, Mo Wen and his four sisters enjoyed a feast while chatting about the latest news.

The Hollywood writers' strike, which was expected to end in a few weeks, has not been resolved as scheduled. Instead, it has intensified, and a number of television programs other than news programs have been significantly affected, with many being suspended or postponed. Just as cheap takeout cannot do without high-tech gadgets, those eye-catching programs cannot do without scripts.

The Schwarzenegger sisters had a rare argument today, mainly because the older sister wanted to be a writer and screenwriter after graduation, while the younger sister wanted to be an actress—their priorities were aligned.

Although this matter has nothing to do with either of them at the moment, given their family backgrounds and Mo Wen's support, it's as reasonable as elementary school students in Beijing arguing about whether Tsinghua or Peking University is better.

Mo Wen didn't participate in the debate; he was just thinking that as a qualified time traveler, could he... well, bring out things for the future in advance?

But what noteworthy films did Hollywood have during this period?

A bunch of film series flashed through his mind, Marvel, DC... Mo Wen sadly realized that he didn't seem to be able to reap the benefits of this kind of success.

However, upon closer reflection, even if he could, it would be difficult for Mo Wen to replicate the script to the same degree as the original. As for acting in movies, given his fame, others would have to beg him to do so.

He had previously been approached by Kung Fu Panda to voice Mantis, but Mo Wen declined, citing a busy schedule and potential mistakes.

First, he is indeed busy; second, he looks down on him. After all, he is the best active player in the NBA, a player who is second to none. Even if he doesn't voice Po, he could be a snow leopard instead. A little mantis just doesn't fit his image.

The two sisters' faces were flushed from arguing, while Catherine and Ruth, sitting on the other side, also had lovely blushes on their faces under the soft light.

Although Mo Wen appeared to be sitting upright, his 1.8-meter-long legs under the table served as a good means of communication.

Big Catherine bit her lower lip and glanced at Mo Wen, subtly tightening her legs together. Ruth turned her head to the side, but intentionally or unintentionally pulled down her already low neckline, revealing a glimpse of dessert.

Tomorrow is little Catherine's birthday. Her parents-in-law are too busy with work to come, so little Catherine's birthday celebration will naturally follow the Mo family's tradition.

The master bedroom bed was covered with brand new, spotless beige sheets, while thick curtains and soundproof glass eliminated any possibility of being spied on, creating a calm before the storm, where a major battle was inevitable.

After dinner, Mo Wen was about to help the two sisters, who were still arguing, resolve their dispute physically and help them fall in love again when little Catherine frowned, covered her mouth, and got up to go straight to the bathroom.

Mo Wen subconsciously looked at the leftovers on the table, trying to find the culprit, while Xiao Tina quickly followed.

Only Sister Ruth's eyes flickered as she reached out and poked Mo Wen.

Mo Wen saw her touch her stomach, and her brows furrowed even deeper.

"Your stomach isn't feeling well either?"

"Idiot, do you even know what day it is today?"

Mo Wen first scratched his head, then his consciousness vaguely grasped something, and then his body trembled. Like Giannis Antetokounmpo launching a fast break, he strode towards Little Catherine.

A short while later, the garage door rolled up, and Mo Wen gently placed little Catherine in the car in a princess carry, as if she were a fragile object.

Just as I was about to start the engine, I saw in the rearview mirror that little Catherine wasn't wearing a coat, so I hurriedly went to get it.

As Catherine watched the car drive away outside the window, she felt a deep emptiness in her heart and couldn't help but sigh softly.

A pair of fair, lotus-root-like arms wrapped around her from behind.

"Didn't he say last time that he wanted to have more kids? If you want, just stop taking the medication. Then you won't have to support the kids. Anyway, we've saved enough money. We can go back to Wisconsin to retire. Hmm, money, kids, you, and me—perfect!"

Big Catherine turned around, grabbed Ruth's hand, and glared at her.

"Giving birth is so painful, I don't want to. You can have the baby if you want."

"I'll have the baby, but don't you dare regret it!" A flicker of interest flashed in Ruth's eyes. She was already 30, and she really couldn't delay having a child any longer.

"You really did change your mind, huh, you bad woman."

“Listen, I have an idea, darling.” Ruth suddenly thought of something and cupped Catherine’s face in her hands. “We can have children together.”

"?"

"We can do IVF, Mo can provide his, you can provide yours, and in the end, the baby will grow in my belly, so we can have a child of three!"

"!"

Mo Wen was unaware of the two women's conspiracy and was focused on driving. In the back seat, Tina stroked her sister's belly with a hint of envy.

She had also fantasized about the day she would become a mother, but she probably wouldn't have the chance within three years. Otherwise, her gentle and easy-going father would probably pull out a double-barreled shotgun to test the quality of Mo Wen's head.

Having lived two lives, this was the first time Mo Wen had experienced something like this.

Fortunately, the expensive private hospital didn't require him to handle those trivial matters; all he needed to do was swipe his card and stay with the patient.

The tests were conducted extremely quickly, in less than an hour, and everything pointed to one word—

Yes!

Mo Wen laughed heartily.

It wasn't the kind of joy that comes from hard work and struggle after winning a championship; it was just a simple, instinctive joy.

He suddenly felt as if the world before him had entered a brand new phase, a feeling that wasn't unfamiliar—"I'm in junior high now, no longer a child." "High school, the college entrance exam, becoming an adult." "The pressure of adulthood, huh? Interesting." "NBA? I'll come, I'll see, I'll..."

His life's progress bar had been stagnant for a long time. He thought the next milestone in his life would be when he surpassed Danzi, but at this moment, damn Danzi!
Little Catherine also had a smile on her face, and her bright young face already had a touch of maternal charm.

On the return trip, Mo Wen, whose dopamine levels were excessive, didn't drive anymore and handed the wheel over to the bodyguards who had arrived. On the way back, Mo Wen held little Catherine in his arms, whispering sweet nothings, but his other arm was also around his sister-in-law. The driver in the front seat seemed oblivious to this; you know, a job that pays 25,000 a month isn't easy to find.

……

Mo Wen did not deliberately hide the fact that little Catherine was pregnant, or rather, after he unusually took leave for personal reasons, he could no longer hide the fact.

Not to mention the American media, there are almost a reinforced company of reporters stationed in Seattle in China. If Mo Wen doesn't actively release some information, if he takes leave in the US this morning, by the morning in China, he might be rumored to be out for the season.

Immediately afterward, Mo Wen's phone rang again. Mo's mother, who was the first to hear the news, had already boarded a plane, and his mother-in-law Maria also hurriedly dropped her work and rushed over.

Then came a barrage of greetings from his former teammates, who shared a lot of their own experiences with Mo Wen... To be fair, a group of Black men sharing how to be a good father with an Asian man had a touch of dark humor to it.

Mo Wen initially treated the matter as a joke, until his mother arrived. Seeing his mother, who only had one child, chatting away with her mother-in-law who had four children and whose youngest son was only 10 years old, and even having his mother-in-law nod in agreement, Mo Wen could only purse his lips and run to little Catherine's place for some peace and quiet.

Mo Wen is enjoying spending time with little Catherine. In the past, he always tried to support everything, but now he has something to rely on, not because of a child, but because of the concept of a complete family.

Besides offering their usual blessings to Mo Wen, domestic media outlets also showed great understanding for his failure to keep his promise; you couldn't even find a single comment that Mo Wen was unprofessional.

Given that Mo Wen achieved a grand slam last season, along with an unprecedented four-peat since Stern took over, everyone can understand that the winner prioritizes "life over basketball."

However, some media outlets have also discussed a very important issue—the nationality of the children.

Although Mo Wen doesn't even know the baby's gender yet, and hasn't even thought of a name, his child is already considered a future basketball star in China.

Mo Wen, however, felt that they might be disappointed. His children's talents were certainly not lacking, given that he had half of his genes and a quarter of Schwarzenegger's blood. But with the current rate at which his wealth was increasing, his children might find it difficult to find a reason to strive.

Although everyone is joking that Bronny is cosplaying an NBA professional player, it must be admitted that his hard work attitude is commendable.

Danzi's eldest son, Xia Tian, ​​had just transferred to university. Before he had even played two games, he was exposed for a scandal involving a brothel and marijuana. Mo Wen used to just treat such things as amusement, but now that his status was about to change, he could no longer laugh at it.

……

On December 14, the SuperSonics, without Mo Wen, suffered another defeat against their division rivals, the Jazz. Hill tried to temporarily replace Mo Wen's role with the versatile Hill, but once the game started, Hill was completely unable to replicate the SuperSonics' original system.

What talent is most important for a ball-handling playmaker?

Damn it!

Especially for relatively young teams, it is difficult for players to quickly switch to another offensive rhythm and tactical system. Without a ball-handling playmaker, it is difficult to win unless the team as a whole has an explosive shooting night.

Ray Allen is used to playing in a gravity-free environment, and when he is matched up against an elite defender like Kirilenko for the entire game, he can't find his rhythm.

When Jerry Lon saw Ray Allen being contained, he thought he had found a solution. According to the traditional formula of the Jordan Rule, it's okay if you can't contain "Danzi" (Leonard), but if you can contain everyone else on the SuperSonics and let "Danzi" (Leonard) take the lead on his own... that would be tough.

It's all because of that damn 88 points, which shattered the prejudice that one person can't kill a game.

At the post-match press conference, Sloan, despite winning the game, showed no sign of joy.

"The Jazz beat the SuperSonics today, and the players played very well, so why do you still look a little dissatisfied?" A local Salt Lake City reporter boldly asked the veteran coach.

"It's just winning a regular season game. The fans will be satisfied, and the players' hard work will be rewarded. But for me and my colleagues in the coaching staff, today's game has no value other than the change in the numbers," Sloan replied sternly.

"But even without Mo's victory, it's still a victory." The reporter was not satisfied with Sloan's modest answer. It was a rare victory against the Supersonics, and now it should be a "big win."

"Believe it or not, I see more trouble than victory," old Sloan sighed inwardly.

"trouble?"

"To be precise, it's terrible. Having a young MVP on the opposing team is a troublesome thing, but if that MVP's girlfriend is pregnant, do you know what you're going to be facing?"

……

"A young, energetic MVP who's forced to abstain from sex because his girlfriend is pregnant—other teams are really lucky, hahaha." Barkley slammed his fist on the table and laughed on TNT's show.

This time, Kenny Smith didn't refute as he usually does, but nodded in agreement, saying, "To be fair, that's true."

The "baby buff" isn't just a baseless myth. If a player has a breakout year, there are usually only three reasons: a long period of preparation followed by a contract year, or his wife is pregnant.

When Harden won the MVP in 18, a reporter asked him what the secret was to his excellent performance that season. Harden simply replied that there was a reason, but it was a personal secret and he couldn't say.

The mystery was finally solved when he revealed that he had a 6-year-old son—it turned out that the best physical trainer was already in his womb.

Melon, who had recently regained some confidence by beating some noobs, angrily turned off the TV. These bastards just know how to suck up to Mo Wen. It's just that his girlfriend is pregnant and giving birth, how can it be so terrible?

In early March, his girlfriend gave birth to a lovely son. During his girlfriend's pregnancy, he seemed to be in pretty good shape. At that time, he and Answer had already developed a certain tacit understanding, and their Golden Double Guns were playing very well. Then Mo Wen broke in and destroyed everything.

On the other hand, if Barkley's statement is actually true, then wouldn't we be doomed?

LeBron James can persevere despite repeated defeats, but Carmelo Anthony doesn't have that much confidence in the team.

When George Karl left as head coach in the summer, the Nuggets' management had a brilliant idea: bring in Adelman. Melo and Answer both held onto the ball too much and had trouble distributing possessions. So why not bring in Adelman, who was good at Princeton offense, orchestrating the offense, and was used to going along with the players' preferences?

It was only after Adelman took over that he realized how deep this hole was. The current Nuggets' frontcourt is mostly made up of talented beast forwards who can't do the role of a Princeton offense center. Iverson has passing ability, but he is more used to breaking through with his own ability rather than making those meaningless passes on the perimeter.

So Adelman placed all his hopes on him, but he wasn't used to Adelman's way of thinking and playing. He would make things complicated when they could be solved simply by rolling up his sleeves, and as a result, the Nuggets' record was always struggling on the edge of the playoffs.

The joy of becoming a father, the rest, and then abstinence—it's all so frustrating! No, it's more like my legs hurt.

On game day, in the home locker room, looking at Carmelo Anthony, who was dressed in a casual suit, moving nimbly and looking relaxed, Iverson wanted to say something several times, but in the end he didn't say anything and just shook his head.

He had already foreseen his countdown in Denver and vaguely seen the end of Melo's career.

(End of this chapter)