NBA: A collection of super busts

"I took the call." Ye Feng looked completely indifferent. This wasn't the first time he'd done something like this; he was used to it.

"What about your MOP? You'll get expelled!" Wade reacted quickly: "They would never award the MOP to someone who gets expelled for fighting!"

"You got off easy." Ye Feng still looked indifferent. He was just a college MOP. What was that saying again?

"But this was originally yours!" Wade stood up from the ground. "It's not worth it for me! You also need to consider your draft position. This fight will lower your draft position! Every time you drop, you'll lose hundreds of thousands of dollars in salary!"

"Don't worry, Dwyane," Ye Feng said. "The money I lost will come back in other forms."

"A perfect March Madness trip won't be remembered for long, but a 9-point uncrowned king will be talked about for at least 20 years. I can make a lot of money from that."

"For example, can you remember who won the MOP every year? Who won the MOP in 99?"

"Richard Hamilton," Wade replied fluently.

"From 96?"

"Tony Delk."

"93?"

"Donald Williams".

Looking at Wade, who answered so fluently, Ye Feng felt a little like kicking him.

What kind of rubbish is this guy's head holding?

I wonder how West, who worked for the Bulls, could memorize the Most Outstanding Player (MOP) so clearly, given that he failed all his college courses except physical education?

"But Ye, this award was originally yours." Wade was still uneasy, even a little guilty, and said, "I shouldn't have rushed in. I should have listened to the coach. I wanted to draw a flagrant foul, but I didn't expect you to throw the punch so quickly."

"I...."

"Alright, I know you didn't mean it." Ye Feng punched him and said, "I'm going back to the locker room to prepare some celebratory stuff. Don't tell me you can't handle things without Anthony, Warrick, and who was that other guy who got beaten up again? It doesn't matter anymore."

"If you can't even beat a snow city like this, then you might as well go to hell!"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, he swaggered toward the team's bench. On the way, the referee made his ruling, a result that was not in doubt.

"Expel them!"

Meanwhile, besides Ye Feng, Anthony, although beaten so badly he was seen by his own father, was also ejected for committing a malicious foul first.

Normally, Warrick and Foss would have both charged at Ye Feng and received a technical foul, but considering that they had been beaten so badly and were too fragile, and that they were both sitting on the sidelines and unable to play, the referee simply let them off the hook.

Otherwise, these two would have become some of the few people in history to receive a technical foul for being beaten up.

"Why bother? You know it's unnecessary, don't you?" Klein looked at Ye Feng as he walked up to him. "You should calm down."

"I'm perfectly calm," Ye Feng said with a smile. "If I weren't calm, I'd be sitting on him and punching him. We're definitely going to win, aren't we?"

"But you could have gotten MOP."

"Dwayne is the same," Ye Feng shrugged. "But I can't just stand by and watch someone commit a malicious foul on my guy on the court."

"I'll try to find a way to speak up for you as much as possible," Klein sighed. "I know quite a few reporters."

"There's no need for a coach," Ye Feng said. "If those team managements are afraid to draft me because of the fight, then they're idiots and deserve to lose the opportunity to rebuild."

"And those who have faith in me will certainly not turn down my vote because of this. So, in this fight, we actually didn't lose anything."

"Ye..." Klein suddenly lowered his voice and leaned closer to Ye Feng, saying, "Did West make you some kind of promise? It's great to get a promise, but I have to say, these old foxes are all unreliable. No matter how good their promises are today, they'll forget them completely tomorrow."

"if you...."

"No, Coach, really," Ye Feng patted Klein on the shoulder and said, "I just think he deserves a beating!"

"Moreover, we Chinese have another saying, which was also said by a great man."

"A single punch can prevent a hundred more! I can foresee that before long, no one in the basketball world will dare to mess with me."

After saying that, Ye Feng didn't linger any longer, because the referee was urging him to leave the field quickly.

He strode into the players' tunnel amidst the frenzied shouts of 7 fans, whose cheers were indistinguishable from boos.

He knew that his NCAA career was completely over.

"What amazing boxing skills!" Ben Affleck exclaimed excitedly in Detroit. "That wrestling, that punching—absolutely professional! This kid's something else! Who's he? Where did he train?"

Billups said, "Joe, if you're asking for my opinion, then no matter what our draft position is, if we can get it, then let's not hesitate, let's get it!"

"This kid's ruthless, loyal, and definitely has a lot of brothers! He'll definitely thrive in Detroit! He's a perfect fit for this city!"

"Finally, a fight!" Riley was overjoyed. "I knew you wouldn't be able to stop!"

Muttering to himself, Riley took out his phone and made a call: "Send out all the prepared drafts! Make sure they generate as much buzz as possible."

"What articles?! Of course, those articles that smear Ye, saying he got someone pregnant in middle school, bullied his teammates in high school, and was hated by everyone in college!"

"Describe him as a heinous, utterly wicked scoundrel as possible, making Sprewell, Rodman, and everyone else turn into good little bastards in his presence!"

After hanging up the phone, Riley had no idea how much his move would lower Ye Feng's ranking. Meanwhile, the images of West and Dumars flashed through his mind—what if those two bastards tried to take it from him...?

Besides the almost certain top-five draft pick I have, shouldn't I get a higher draft pick to be on the safe side?

Or, could we trade for another draft pick and see if we can acquire both Ye Feng and Wade?

Inside the stadium, West stretched and then stood up from his chair: "Let's go, the rest of the game is none of our business."

"Boss, should we release some press releases to smear Ye, portraying him as a villain who got a girl pregnant in middle school, bullied his teammates in high school, and was hated by the entire team in college?"

"We don't need to do that," West shook his head. "Someone else will do it, but we can do something else."

At this point, West stopped walking out of the private room and instead took out his phone to make a call.

"Jerry? My dear Jerry! Did you see my boxing? Wasn't it amazing? If you get the number one pick, you absolutely have to choose me! It's much more worthwhile than choosing that Akron High School student!" Ye Feng's carefree voice came from the phone. He had just walked back to the locker room when he received West's call.

"That's not what I wanted to talk about," West continued, adhering to his principle of not making empty promises or empty promises. "I just felt you needed help, so I asked you."