NBA: A collection of super busts

The two of them are at Staples Center right now, watching the playoffs.

Now it's Game 6 of the second round. Trailing 2-3, the Lakers face a do-or-die battle at home. If they lose, they will be eliminated by the Spurs, and their dream of a four-peat will come to an end.

这场比赛的前三节，湖人靠着12投8中拿下18分的科比和17投11中爆砍26分的奥尼尔，将分差咬得死死的。

But now it's the fourth quarter, and the Lakers suddenly went cold. Kobe and Shaq couldn't make any shots, especially Kobe, who had missed five shots in a row.

The Spurs also launched a furious comeback in the fourth quarter, and the gap between the two sides had now exceeded 20 points.

It was clear from Kobe's gloomy, ugly face that he was extremely angry.

After tonight's match, should I ask him to look after Ye Feng and offer him some advice?

Ye Feng felt that if Reed dared to make a request, Kobe would be willing to riddle him with bullets using an AK.

"Then let's do it next time." Reed seemed to really understand Kobe, and nodded decisively. He didn't want to provoke Kobe at this time.

However, nobody knows when that so-called next time will be.

Even those scumbags who specialize in targeting players know not to waste their energy on Kobe after he lost the game.

Even if you pretend to be an innocent receptionist and go into a hotel room with him after he's had surgery, this kind of shrew will still push you out.

Kobe's reputation in this regard is quite reliable!

His love story with Vanessa is widely praised, and they are considered one of the NBA's top model couples.

Some meddlesome websites have even created a "Ranking of NBA Stars Least Likely to Cheat," and Kobe Bryant is always at the top of the list.

"Or, after they're eliminated, I can arrange for you to train with Kobe, and then get some reporters to take pictures of you to increase your exposure?"

"Don't even think about it." Ye Feng quickly rejected Reed's suggestion: "Only a lunatic or a masochist would train with him. I'm not going to cause trouble for myself."

"Alright then." Reed sighed, and began to think about what other ways he could increase Ye Feng's exposure and improve his potential ranking.

As the suspense of the game gradually disappeared, Reed became restless. He now realized that Ye Feng might be inherently incompatible with the Lakers; in two visits, the Lakers had lost both home games...

This made it impossible for him to continue his plan, so he looked around boredly, then subtly lowered his center of gravity and whispered in Ye Feng's ear, "There's a girl who looks a lot like Sophie Marceau staring at you from your right rear!"

"That girl is really pretty, and I bet she's not skinny. You might be able to..."

"Hi." Before Reed could finish speaking, Ye Feng turned around and looked at the girl Reed had described as looking a lot like Sophie Marceau, saying, "My friend said you look a lot like Sophie Marceau."

Of course, that's what they say, but Ye Feng felt that this girl had absolutely nothing in common with Sophie Marceau.

At most, her classical and elegant temperament is what barely makes her resemble Sophie Marceau.

"Oh? Me?" The girl blinked her eyes, which at first glance seemed a bit unusual, like a deer's, but upon closer inspection were quite lively, and said with a smile, "This is the first time I've received such high praise, and it's every French girl's dream. I'm very happy."

At least Reed was right about one other thing: the girl was indeed French. Ye Feng thought to himself before asking, "Do you like basketball?"

"I love it! I especially love basketball." The girl immediately said, "I've loved basketball since I was little, and I know you, Ye Feng, right? You just won the national championship and signed a huge contract with Adidas worth 1 million US dollars."

"Now I think she's a bit like a skinny bitch. This background check is way too thorough." Reed whispered in Ye Feng's ear, hoping to get Ye Feng's attention.

But Ye Feng ignored him and continued, "Really? That's great. I love basketball too. Oh, what a pity! Kobe was offside on that play, otherwise he could have scored a crucial point for the team."

"What a pity, it was just a little short." The girl quickly added, "But he was pushed, which was clearly a foul, so I think it should be a penalty... a free throw."

Yes, it's confirmed.

I know absolutely nothing about basketball.

Ye Feng suppressed a laugh and, despite Reid's tugging, extended his hand and shook hands with the girl, saying, "Let's formally introduce ourselves, Ye Feng."

"Marie Cotillard." The girl shook hands with Ye Feng and then said, "Could you explain the rules of basketball to me again? I don't really understand them."

"Doug." Ye Feng glanced at Reed, who had no choice but to stand up and switch places with Codia.

At the same time, Ye Feng took out his phone and quickly sent a text message to Reid: "Don't worry, I bet she's not a scumbag."

Why?

"Because Bone & Me can't afford a front-row ticket that costs $35000, nor can they afford to hire someone to film our interactions from the other side. She's probably a rich girl who's just started out or is about to start out, and she's planning to use us to create hype as a stepping stone for her debut."

"Filming? Who's filming?" Reed sent the message, but this time Ye Feng ignored him. He was already chatting happily with Codia, the two of them pointing at the commotion on the court and talking non-stop, occasionally bursting into laughter.

This is completely out of place with the atmosphere at the scene.

The Lakers are facing elimination, trailing by 20 points, and the home fans are almost in tears. And you two are laughing like that?

It's only because this is Los Angeles, and the people sitting around are all extremely wealthy and powerful, that these two would probably be getting beaten up tonight...

As the game progressed, the atmosphere between the two became better and better, and they chatted more and more happily. However, Reed, who was sitting in the back, could not find Ye Feng's so-called filming person at all.

He suspected that Ye Feng was playing a trick on him.

What annoyed him even more was that Ye Feng kept ignoring his messages, which made Reid increasingly uneasy.

You little rascal, you haven't gotten yourself into trouble already, have you...?

A 19-year-old boy... has he already completely given in to the temptations of this dazzling world, with the door to it barely opened?

Soon, the game ended amidst sighs from the Los Angeles fans, who left Staples Center with deep regret and remorse. For the past three years, they had been the league's winners, the sole winners.

But this year, they can only swallow the bitter pill.