NBA: A collection of super busts

Even though he knew he was unlikely to go to Memphis, Ye Feng still found the chat quite enjoyable, filled with laughter. More than an hour later, West called Earl in, and after confirming that there were no paparazzi outside, he had the two of them leave the RV and return to their room.

"Boss, should we continue to keep an eye on those two?" Earl probed. "Should we try to draft them?"

"Maybe," West said nonchalantly. "Who knows? But it's always good to leave a good impression. What about you? What do you think of those two guys?"

"Wade is just a normal junior. He's much more mature than the freshmen, and you can tell he has a great personality and gets along well with everyone. Ye is similar; he gets along well with everyone, at least from an internal perspective. His 'wanted criminal' nickname is only for outsiders, not for insiders."

"There's one more thing." Earl thought for a moment and then mentioned that Ye Feng had just asked him to take a picture and sign an autograph. Upon hearing this, West became interested.

"A guy who seems like a complete brute, ready to punch anyone at the slightest provocation, but actually has a very sensitive heart that can grasp details? Interesting."

"Earl, can you help me find all the games Ye was suspended for this season? I need to see what exactly caused his suspensions."

"Because of fighting," Earl said. "Without exception."

"Find a match," West said. "I want to see why he fought, the reasons for it, and the timing. Maybe we can dig up something more interesting?"

At almost the same time in Miami, Riley, who had already returned to the team, made a phone call.

"How was Marquette's game? Did he win? Wade and Ye played exceptionally well? Great. Send me the highlights. By the way, did they fight tonight? No? Any conflict? No? Okay, then if they did fight, let me know immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Riley looked at the pile of draft data and scouting reports on his desk and shook his head: "He was suspended for a third of the season, but suddenly he calmed down in the playoffs?"

"Impossible! You guys will definitely cause some kind of conflict in the next match, won't you?"

Riley was so certain because Marquette's next opponent had already been determined: the University of Kansas, who had already advanced the day before!

Wade, who had just returned to the room, was obviously extremely excited. It was his first time talking to a big shot like West. At this moment, he couldn't lie down on the bed at all and was jumping around on his bed, while constantly disturbing Ye Feng.

"Do you think he'll pick both of us? What if he brings both of us to the Lakers? But where is he going to find draft picks? I heard Kobe and Shaq have completely fallen out. If the Lakers fail to win their fourth consecutive championship this year, the team will definitely dismantle their roster. Trading one of them for two lottery picks is entirely possible!"

"It's quite possible that they could bring us into the league with both of those lottery picks! I think trading Kobe would be better, then you, me, and Shaq could become championship contenders right away, and we wouldn't have to be bench players."

"The Lakers?" Ye Feng looked at Wade like he was an idiot. "You don't even know which team he plays for now?"

"Isn't it the Lakers?"

"Go wash up and go to bed." Ye Feng completely didn't want to talk to this idiot anymore. Even if he really didn't pay attention to the behind-the-scenes personnel changes in the NBA and didn't know where West worked, he should at least have heard Klein say that Earl was from Memphis, right?

What, are you a Memphis Laker?

Ye Feng ignored Wade and had no intention of joining the Grizzlies.

After all, he knew very well that the Grizzlies did have two draft picks this year, but their own pick would have to be sent to the Pistons unless they won the number one pick. The other pick belonged to the Rockets, but the Rockets were currently ranked seventh in the Western Conference, and their draft picks would not exceed 15.

Ye Feng didn't think he would fall to that position.

Even if West gets the number one pick, he will choose James without hesitation and won't even look at himself or Wade.

It was precisely for this reason that West did not make any promises to the two of them during this meeting.

He said "I have faith in you" at least 1335 times, but he never said even once that he would choose you.

Even a seasoned shrew has to be mindful of his reputation.

It's still too early. At the very least, we'll have to wait until the lottery draw is over before we can have any further contact.

Nine times out of ten, this old fox just happened to come and watch the game, and when he saw that he and Wade were playing well, he suddenly decided to arrange a meeting between the two of them to leave a good impression on each other.

Considering West's incredible move of trading Divac for Kobe back then, who knows if he might pull off a volleyball and suddenly conjure up a top-five draft pick to select himself or Wade? That's certainly a possibility.

So, Ye Feng went tonight.

At the same time, Ye Feng was also wondering if Earl had told West about his last little trick. It was a move that seemed a bit scheming, but was actually completely useless. After all, this was the NCAA quarterfinals, and there were cameras and people everywhere.

If someone really wants to investigate the matter of prior contact, Ye Feng's actions will not fool anyone.

Although it is full of flaws, it is also in line with the thinking ability and intelligence that a 19-year-old should have.

This will make West realize that Ye Feng is not just a reckless brute.

Improving one's image is never a bad thing.

Just as Ye Feng was getting drowsy and about to fall asleep, Wade suddenly jumped up, slapping his thigh and cursing, "Fuck! I was so excited when I left today that I forgot to collect all the girls' notes!"

"I'm going to Louisiana tomorrow, what am I going to do? The girls in Minnesota won't see me for a long time, they'll cry!"

"Shut up and get lost!" Ye Feng said irritably, throwing a pillow at Wade's face. "Your thing is practically growing onto your face."

"Oh! Your scent!" Wade exclaimed, taking a dramatic sniff of the pillow. "Ye, it's your scent!"

As Wade spoke, he tried to put the pillow between his legs.

"Fuck you! You gay bastard who deserves to go to hell!" Ye Feng cursed angrily, grabbing an ashtray and standing up.

"???" Wade was so startled when he saw Ye Feng holding the ashtray that he quickly threw a pillow at him: "What are you doing!"

He had seen Ye Feng fight before.