NBA: A collection of super busts

"Can you get the NCAA organizing committee to award me the MOP even though I've been ejected?" Ye Feng's hope immediately ignited. The MOP isn't a big deal if you don't get it, but getting it is still a small honor.

Twenty years from now, when you're about to shove a metal basin over your head, you'll have more confidence, won't you?

No one can ever have too much honor.

"I always said Jerry is the godfather of the NBA, the Naismith of the new era, and the greatest administrator in the NBA! If you need, I'll go speeding or have a few drinks and cause some trouble after I get the award."

"I'll lower my draft position so you'll definitely pick me! Pretty generous, right?"

"Stop!" West felt sweat pouring down his forehead. This kid was way too reckless...

"I don't have that energy."

"Well, I don't need any help with that." Ye Feng was incredibly pragmatic: "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now?"

"What's your rush?" West said. "You can't play, you can't even get on the court, what's your rush? Let me finish."

"I'm worried you might influence other managers to call in. What if someone else has better connections and can help me secure the MOP?"

"Others?" West asked, intrigued. "Have you met anyone else?"

"Nobody, nobody," Ye Feng laughed. "I just think my phone number isn't a secret. If people are really interested, they can definitely find my number and contact me."

"Okay, what I want to say is that there will definitely be a lot of articles coming out that criticize you, insult you, and say you are worthless. This will definitely affect your chances in the talent show. Do you need me to help you suppress those things, or write some articles that are contrary to what I said?"

"For example, if you stand up for your teammates, everyone on the team will like you and say that you are an easy person to get along with."

"But doing this won't do you any good, Mr. Jerry." Ye Feng also became serious: "Assuming you want to choose me, the worse my market value is, the happier you should be."

"That's true." West nodded. "But that's not my style. Even if I were to resort to some underhanded tricks, I would definitely talk to you first."

"Thank you for your honesty," Ye Feng said. "But I don't think I need any more help. I don't care about those gossips, and true genius managers don't care about those either. Once they've watched my matches and talked to me, they'll only try their best to select me from the top spots."

"Instead of watching someone else snatch me away. And more importantly, I don't like owing people favors. Especially favors to people who probably won't get any top draft picks this year."

Ye Feng's words made West laugh: "Very good. Originally, I wanted to leave a good impression on you, but now you're the one looking down on us. But seeing your good attitude, I'm relieved. I now sincerely believe that you can definitely become a top NBA star."

"I'll figure out a way to get the draft picks," West said. "See you in Memphis!"

This was the first time West had given Ye Feng a promise or a pie in the sky during their several conversations.

However, this promise is somewhat vague and unrealistic.

Why is it that the Grizzlies don't even have a reliable draft pick yet?

After hanging up the phone, Ye Feng watched the match on TV, which was nearing its end, and began packing up his things to prepare for the celebration.

Many of their team members are not old enough to prepare champagne, so the team has prepared a large amount of drinks, as well as various cannons, balloons stuffed with gold paper and other kinds of things.

Ye Feng loaded all these things onto a small cart, waiting for the game to end so he could walk out of the locker room and celebrate with everyone.

At this point, the outcome of the game was no longer in doubt. Marquette maintained a steady lead of over 20 points. However, to Ye Feng's surprise, Wade did not score a single point after he left the court. In addition to missing a few shots, he also made a few basic mistakes.

The team's attack was entirely entrusted to Dina and Merritt.

It's only because Syracuse was too far behind and their core players were gone that the game was decided; otherwise, Marquette's attack in the final minutes would have put the game in suspense much earlier...

Meanwhile, West, who had just hung up the phone, started thinking about draft picks.

Putting aside the draft pick that is highly likely to be taken by the Pistons, West currently only has the Rockets' pick.

Although the Rockets are in poor form and have dropped from seventh to eighth place a few days ago, and are likely to miss the playoffs, even if they do miss the playoffs, they will only have a 13th pick in the lottery.

Ye Feng cannot be selected by the 13th pick.

Even if he only fought, he would still be selected in the top 10 or top 7 based on his performance in Crazy Three.

It's understandable that people in the top 3 wouldn't dare to bet on whether he's crazy, but why wouldn't they dare to bet on the top 5 or top 7?

Not all general managers are idiots.

Well... let's pick a lucky one from among those idiots and see if we can get the draft picks they have?

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the final whistle blew, and the match officially ended!

70: 95!

Marquette easily won the final with a huge 25-point advantage, becoming the 2002-2003 NCAA champion!

The moment the whistle blew, Ye Feng pushed his pre-prepared cart out of the player tunnel and strode onto the field.

When Ye Feng rushed in, he saw Edwards sitting on the floor crying, having finally gotten playing time in the last two minutes. He had just dunked to avoid scoring zero points.

His basketball career is over; he left behind 2 points and 2 rebounds in the 3 Madness finals.

Ye Feng quickly pushed the prepared items to the center of the court, and the players immediately rushed over to share the various props. At the same time, all the balloons, ribbons, confetti, and other celebratory items that had been prepared on the ceiling were released.

The Marquette fans in the stadium were shouting and roaring wildly, celebrating their victory.

The Syracuse players had long lost their fighting spirit and left the field early, giving up the entire stage.

Revelry, celebration.

Everything was exactly as they had imagined.

Wade hugged Ye Feng tightly: "Did you watch the last few minutes of the game? I went 0-for-4 and had 2 turnovers!"

"This is a gift for you! I can't let my brother stand up for me and then have all the honors stolen from him!"

"Even if they give me the award in the end, I won't want it!"

"What are you doing?" Ye Feng was unusually touched. "Didn't I tell you? Nine points will allow me to earn extra money!"