NBA: A collection of super busts

Chapter 108 Wherever I take a dump, someone brings me toilet paper.

Seeing the guy who arrived, Kidd immediately smiled: "Hey, Tracy, how have you been lately? Is everything alright with the team? I bet you won't be coming to our gathering these next few days, since you guys are going all out for the playoffs in the second half of the season."

"You need to conserve your energy, right?"

The person who came was naturally McGrady, who had a brief verbal conflict with Kidd a few days ago. Kidd is a man who can be sarcastic and unpredictable.

McGrady is clearly not doing well; he's lost his starting position.

The team is also terrible; they are the worst team in the league.

As for the playoffs?

They are further away from the playoffs than Jordan and Madonna.

"Looks like finding a new 'tough guy' is putting you in a good mood, Jason," McGrady said. "I bet you spend every night licking this rookie's hook, after all, he can make you... Damn it, what are you doing!"

McGrady was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly took a half-step back.

What made him back down was Ye Feng, who suddenly stood up from the car and took a step towards him: "It's nothing, just trying to scare you, you coward. You're scared to death? Shak, let's not go to the hotel later, let's find a baby supplies center first."

"Lovely Therese needs a diaper."

"Rookie, do you know who you're talking to?" McGrady glared at Ye Feng.

"I know," Ye Feng shrugged. "A mature man who would never cheat!"

Ye Feng's words struck a chord with McGrady once again.

This is another reason why his reputation has soured recently.

It was revealed that he had an illegitimate daughter.

This is actually not a big deal; NBA players have always had more illegitimate children than their parents.

The problem is that when Kobe had his accident last summer, McGrady, as Kobe's best friend, publicly criticized Kobe, saying, "A mature man would never cheat. I would never betray my lover. I love her deeply."

It's worth noting that even Shaquille O'Neal gritted his teeth and expressed his support for Kobe when facing the media, but Tracy McGrady jumped out of line.

Even if you jump, it can be seen as you having high moral standards and sound values, making you a good man. It's completely understandable that you're cutting ties with Kobe.

But the fact that an illegitimate daughter appears every six months is quite interesting.

In short, McGrady is having a tough time these days.

"Want a couple of moves?" Seeing that McGrady's dead fish eyes were starting to open, Ye Feng immediately got excited: "Sure! The hospitals in Los Angeles are great, we can go to the infant center first and then to the hospital."

"I won't stoop to the level of a child." Maddie snorted decisively and tried to walk past Ye Feng.

Ye Feng originally wanted to stop him again, but O'Neal kept saying, "Forget it, it's not easy for anyone," and other people arrived on the other side.

"Ye! My good brother! Long time no see!" Wade grinned and ran towards Ye Feng with a big laugh.

These two haven't seen each other for a long time, and Wade has been riding high lately, scoring 20+ points in several consecutive games and rising rapidly in the rookie rankings. The Heat have also climbed to fourth in the Eastern Conference.

He has now become the undisputed leader of the Heat.

After exchanging a series of complicated greetings and fancy gestures with him, Ye Feng immediately ignored McGrady, who was still standing there, and pulled Wade into the car to start talking about his recent achievements.

"The girls in Miami are fucking hot! Can you believe you'll see naked girls everywhere on the beach?"

Ye Feng retorted, "The girls in New Jersey aren't bad either; the Hudson River is full of skinny divers!"

"Really? Then can I go swimming too?" Wade loved this kind of banter.

"Of course it's fake."

While the two were chatting, McGrady, who had suffered a crushing defeat, quietly sat at the back of O'Neal's car without saying a word.

"Hey, Dwayne." As he spoke, another person arrived.

LeBron James.

This guy is also riding high. Although the Grizzlies' performance has declined significantly, his own stats have been steadily improving, and his average points per game are approaching 20. In addition, his shoe sales are also quite good, all of which makes James very happy.

"LeBron," Wade said, patting the empty seat next to him, "Sit here."

James glanced at Ye Feng on Wade's other side, about to say something polite, but Ye Feng didn't give him the chance: "You dare sit here?"

James's face froze instantly. Backing down now would be incredibly humiliating, but remembering what Ye Feng had done to him before leaving the Grizzlies, he swallowed hard and snorted, "I won't stoop to the level of an idiot."

Then he turned around and sat down next to McGrady: "Tracy, hello! I've always been a fan of yours."

"Want an autograph?" McGrady was in a bad mood and didn't bother with pleasantries with James. His words left James speechless, so he simply turned his head, took out his phone, and started playing Snake.

"You really don't get along with him. I thought you only had a bad relationship with Melo," Wade said. "We're from the same year, I think we can help each other and be good friends."

"Did Pat Riley teach you that?" Ye Feng glanced at the guy and said, "To build good relationships with everyone? So it'll be easier to form a team and win the championship?"

"How did you know?" Wade looked at Ye Feng in disbelief. "Did West teach you the same thing?"

"Winning the championship as a team isn't necessarily a good thing," Ye Feng said. "It's possible that the more championships you win, the lower your status will be."

"That doesn't matter, as long as we win the championship," Wade said with a smile. "If my teammates are stronger and in better form, then I'm willing to play second fiddle to them!"

"Not bad, kid." O'Neal turned his head in the driver's seat and said, "Dwyane Wade, right? I'll remember you! All shooting guards should learn from you. You shooting guards need to have this awareness and vision."

"Instead of foolishly thinking only about attacking and becoming the boss!"

"Really?" Wade looked at O'Neal. "You've always been my idol! I've always wanted to play with you, to team up with you. What perimeter player wouldn't want to play with you, Shaq?"

"I'll give Mitchell my advice." O'Neal was very pleased: "We really need a great shooting guard."

"It's an honor," Wade replied to O'Neal with a smile, while also opening his arms in greeting. This guy had completely transformed into Riley's shape.

He truly listened and took Riley's words to heart, going to great lengths to cultivate good relationships with various star players.

"Hey Melo!" Wade waved his arm, beckoning to yet another player participating in the Rising Stars Challenge: "Sit here!"

Anthony also warmly extended his hand to greet Wade; the two had repaired their relationship before the draft.

"You dare sit here?" Ye Feng threatened Anthony in the same way.

"I don't dare? Come here, let's have a fight right here! You can't possibly be my match without a sneak attack!" Anthony snorted, then stared intently at Ye Feng, refusing to back down an inch.

"Let's go, let's go, there's no one here!" O'Neal honked the horn a few times, signaling to the young people that they could stop for a bit.

Anthony snorted, plopped down next to Wade, and then ignored Ye Feng, starting to chat with Wade instead.

It was as if Ye Feng didn't exist in his eyes at all.

Ye Feng didn't mind and started chatting with Kidd in the front row.

Shaquille O'Neal drove his beat-up shuttle bus, weaving and swerving as the road grew emptier and emptier. Humming a tune, he explained, "Shaq's private lane! Nobody knows this road except Shaq."

"This is the only place in the entire airport where I can escape those damn reporters."

As O'Neal boasted, the car finally stopped in a rather secluded place. O'Neal opened an iron gate like a secret agent making a rendezvous, peeked out a few times, and then gestured for everyone to follow.

A large Mercedes minibus was already waiting there. A group of people filed onto the bus, and then Ye Feng realized that there were already quite a few people on the bus.

Nowitzki, the German, was talking to Peja and Kirilenko, the two Eastern Europeans, about the war from 60 years ago, while Garnett and Kassel sat in a corner whispering to each other.

Ben Wallace was sitting on one side, taking up three seats. Across the aisle from him were Jermaine O'Neal and Ron Artest. Judging from their expressions, the three of them had obviously just had a fight. If Duncan hadn't been standing in the middle of them, looking blank and saying something, they might have already started fighting.

Upon seeing the main group arrive, Duncan, who had just been trying to break up the fight, immediately looked relieved, turned around, found a corner, and sat down. As for whether those three bastards would start fighting...

There are so many people here, it's none of his business.

"Shaq, can't we leave yet?" Garnett, wearing large sunglasses, said, "I've been waiting for an hour."

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"If it weren't for me, you'd still be giving interviews right now!" O'Neal snorted. "Don't be so picky."

Kassel, nicknamed "The Alien," chimed in, "If you don't leave now, I'll sit next to you when you drive!"

"Fuzzy! Sit down, don't move!" O'Neal quickly said, "Let's go! We're leaving right now, immediately! Just get the hell away from me."

Amidst a burst of laughter, O'Neal wasn't just talking nonsense; he stepped on the gas and drove off.

However, simply gathering a group of people who have grudges against each other, hate each other, and have conflicts in the competition together is obviously not a particularly reliable choice.

As soon as the car started moving, the interior became chaotic and noisy again.

Sarcastic remarks, direct insults to family members, challenges to fights, and threats to make the opponent wait and see in the playoffs...

A group of people found each other as adversaries and started spewing insults at each other.

Ye Feng looked around as if he were looking at a new continent, occasionally muttering, "Tsk tsk tsk, so those two have a grudge."

"So it turns out they fought over a woman."

"Wow, these two actually did that!"

"I thought they got along well, but it turns out they don't get along at all!"

After a long sigh, Ye Feng still felt somewhat empty.

While watching the drama unfold is enjoyable, it doesn't quite capture the joy of being there in person. And the only ones he had a grudge against were rookies Anthony and James.

But at this moment, Anthony was wearing huge headphones and listening to something, while James was like a social butterfly, constantly greeting Garnett, Duncan, McGrady and others.

Of course, he didn't get close to Ye Feng at all, keeping a safe distance.

"Jason, why don't you go and argue with those bastards? Join in, and if you can't win the argument, I'll help you!"

"You think I'm like you? You offended two out of three rookies in your draft class. I'm different. I get along well with everyone." Kidd shrugged and said shamelessly, "There's nothing to argue about."

"Then what were you arguing about with Tracy just now?" Ye Feng said, "At least it's obvious he doesn't get along with you. Come on, let's go bully him and get revenge!"

"That was an accident," Kidd said. "They were all hoping I'd pass them the ball in the next few games so they could score more points. Why would they argue with me?"

"Do you know how important a playmaker is to a team, and how many more points they can score?!"

"Are you afraid they'll hit you? Don't worry, I'm here. I'll protect you! Let's see who dares to lay a hand on you."

"You should learn from me," Kidd said. "The NBA isn't just about bloodshed; it's also about human relationships. It's not good to make the whole league your enemy like this."

"Take your class for example, two of the top five picks have a grudge against you."

"Three," Ye Feng corrected, "None of the Nuggets like me either."

"You're getting cocky now?" Kidd said. "Do you even know how important it is to have a lot of good friends, especially All-Star level friends?"

"So you have a lot of good friends? Of these 24 people this year, how many can be considered your good buddies?" Ye Feng's mind suddenly started working.

"At least 20!" Kidd patted his chest, full of confidence.

"If you ask them to do you a small favor, they certainly won't refuse, right?"

"Are you kidding me!" Kidd exclaimed, as if he had been insulted. "They'll help even with a huge favor!"

"If I needed their help, do you think they would help me out of consideration for you? Just a small favor, something really simple."

"I've noticed you swear a lot, kid." Kidd looked at Ye Feng. "It was just a small favor, is that what you call helping? Do you know how many drinks I've bought them, how many girls I've taken them to?"

"Let me tell you, there are teams in 27 cities across the league. In those 27 cities, no matter where I take a dump, someone will deliver toilet paper to me!"

"Amazing! No wonder you're Jason, the league's best point guard! A true playmaking master, a super point guard who excels at passing! Compared to you, Stockton is nothing!" Ye Feng clapped his hands and said with a mischievous grin, "I have something I'd like everyone to help me with."

"Huh? You really have one?" Kidd was stunned. This kid, why isn't he being polite? It's just a little boast, why is he making such a big deal out of it?

"Yes, there really is," Ye Feng nodded, "but it really was just a small favor."

"You're not confident you can do something so simple... If you're too embarrassed to ask or it's too much trouble, then forget it."

"You're talking nonsense!" Even though he knew he had been tricked, Kidd could only stubbornly say, "I told you, I get people to bring me paper wherever I go! So, what's the matter?"

Well, who told this guy to be so concerned about saving face?

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