NBA: A collection of super busts

To avoid suspicion, Ye Feng and Wade certainly couldn't go straight to West after the game. The two of them first returned to their hotel room with the rest of the group, and then went down to the parking lot by elevator, where a very expensive-looking RV was already waiting for them.

"I definitely want one of these someday! A mobile artillery platform, safe and reliable." Before the car door opened, Wade was looking forward to the future with a lewd expression, but the moment the door opened, Wade immediately put on a focused, serious and humble face: "I'm sorry to have kept Mr. Jerry waiting, but we need to go back and put our things away first."

"Come on." Earl made way, and the two quickly got into the car. Earl then got out of the car, slammed the door shut, and began keeping watch.

"You both know me, right?" West looked at the two of them with a smile on his face.

"Of course!" Ye Feng said, "I've always thought you were the best administrator in the entire NBA!"

"What do you mean 'you think'?" Wade waved his hand. "Mr. Jerry is the best manager in this league!"

Looking at these two lively characters, West didn't say much. He smiled and asked them to sit down, then said, "I'd like to have a brief chat with you two. This is a purely private meeting, and I won't make any promises to you. I just watched your game and think you have a lot of potential."

"Where do you think you'll be selected?"

"I don't think I'm worse than anyone else." Ye Feng knew this was a preliminary interview, so he didn't try to be funny this time. Instead, he said seriously, "If I had the top pick, I would choose myself first. If I had the second pick, I would choose myself second. Of course, everyone can have different opinions, but this is how I see myself."

"I will be the best player in this class, and I will be the greatest superstar in history."

"You even answered my next question directly." West shrugged and looked at Wade again.

"Top five!" Wade's answer was much more modest than Ye Feng's, and it was also his current predicted ranking: "But like Ye, I will prove that I am the best in this class! I will prove that I am no worse than anyone else."

"Would you accept a different role from your college days? For example, a pure role player, a workhorse, starting with defense?"

"I'm fine," Wade said. "When I'm in a new place, I play with a completely new attitude. I can adapt to any role. I'm Marquette's number one defensive specialist on the perimeter right now! But I'll also prove with my performance that I deserve better."

Ye Feng added, "I don't mind doing anything. For victory, I'll do my best in everything, whether it's rebounding or defense!"

"But I also believe that all the coaches who have watched my matches, trained with me, and know what I'm capable of would not only make me do those dirty and tiring jobs."

"If they get to know me and still insist on only making me do those things, then that coach is an idiot."

West looked at the two guys and quickly made a simple mental classification of them.

Both men possessed extreme self-confidence, but Ye Feng was more outwardly assertive, while Wade, perhaps because he was two years older, was more composed, knew how to say nice things, and appeared more humble.

"I have a question for Ye. Why don't you change your shooting form?" West asked, revealing one of the main reasons he was most curious and even risked meeting these two guys early: "I can see that your shooting has a certain accuracy, but it's not standard."

It must be said that the old gentleman always left room for maneuver in his words.

What do you mean by not being up to standard? Dwyane Wade once gave Ye Feng's shooting form a score of 9 out of 10!

But the maximum score is 1000 points.

Of course, Ye Feng couldn't tell West: This was given by the system, and it wouldn't be accurate if the posture was changed.

So he calmly said, "I didn't make the school team when I was a kid, and I couldn't afford a private coach. My childhood wasn't easy. But I love basketball, so I had to practice on my own. Because I was too young, I gradually developed this shooting form to make it easier to generate power."

"After I joined the high school team, I realized that it might be better not to change my shooting form."

"Because that makes the opponent less vigilant, they won't put up the defensive intensity against someone who shoots like that, and I can shoot easily. It turned out that this trick worked quite well, and we won the game tonight thanks to my shooting."

Wade just wanted to give Ye Feng the middle finger for his explanation. He had seen Ye Feng secretly practicing his shooting form at least 80 times. This guy wanted to change his form more than anyone else, but now he was acting all high and mighty.

However, being a good buddy, Wade cooperated well, even showing a look of sudden realization, saying, "Oh, I see! No wonder you were always unwilling to improve your shooting form and didn't want me to teach you."

Ye Feng really wanted to tell Wade: I thank you for helping me act, but you've gone too far.

Throughout the entire season, Wade played over 40 games and made a total of 14 three-pointers. His mid-range shots were equally negligible. Now you're saying I rejected your shooting coaching?

Every normal person would refuse such an unreasonable request!

West noticed their subtle interactions, but he didn't care. Instead, he asked, "So, would you like to continue playing together after you get into the NBA?"

"I don't want to, because he's mentally challenged!"

This time, the two spoke almost in unison, which made West finally burst into laughter. He then asked them a lot of questions, but the following questions were all unrelated to the NBA. They were all about fun things in college life and problems encountered in games.

West also shared some funny stories from his past experiences and made some pretty optimistic predictions for the two of them, such as how they could become the top players in the NBA, how they would definitely become All-Stars, and how he believed in them, calling them the best duo in the league.

Wade ate the pancakes with gusto, laughing so hard his eyes were almost closed as the conversation progressed, while Ye Feng didn't eat a single bite, saying that Young Master Wade had a good appetite and could eat more.

It wasn't that Ye Feng was particularly clear-headed; it was simply that there was no need to take what that old fox, West, said to heart.

This old man has been in the league for so many years. With his emotional intelligence, even if he saw some lousy player like Su Wei, Hand Emperor, Tang Jie, or other rotten potatoes and stinky eggs, he could probably say something to praise them and encourage them to work hard to make it into the NBA.

Even if a promise is made during the NBA draft, it can be reneged on at any time, let alone a mere empty promise like this.