NBA: A collection of super busts

As the fans left the stadium, preparing to find a place to swallow their bitter pill, Ye Feng, sitting in the passenger seat, said, "Hilton Hotel."

"They're going to the hotel already?" Reed asked in surprise. "Are you so sure this girl is safe? Let me tell you, there are many..."

"Dog, dog, dog." Ye Feng patted Reed on the shoulder and said, "First of all, look in the mirror, and you'll know where the difference between us lies, and you'll understand why you need to be wary of flesh and blood, while I don't."

"Secondly, you need to learn to make good use of Wikipedia and the internet. I just had Edwards look it up for me. This girl is a French actress. She's doing quite well in France and has already won the Best New Actress award. She just came to Los Angeles this year and is looking for a suitable opportunity."

"And I, as someone who is currently very popular and generating a lot of discussion, am the perfect person to help her initially open up the American market and let Americans know, 'Oh, this French girl is pretty good.'"

"After all, she doesn't have an easy time getting in touch with other people who have my level of fame and popularity."

"In the end, we just went to the bar downstairs at the Hilton hotel where she was staying for a Coke, that's all. Neither of us is old enough to drink."

"Nobody believes you just drank Coke," Reed cursed, but since he knew Ye Feng was a promising actor, he didn't say anything more. He drove Ye Feng directly to the hotel and was quite careful not to drop him off at the hotel entrance, but instead drove to the safer underground parking lot.

"This," Reed said, pulling a small, square-packaged item from his pocket after parking the car. "Even if she's an actress, we still have to be careful where necessary."

"What are you saying! Doug, you've made me so angry!" Ye Feng roared. "I just went to get a Coke, who do you take me for? How could I possibly hire a scumbag like you as my manager? FUXX!"

As Ye Feng spoke, he angrily took the small square gadget from Reid's hand, glanced at it, and said, "One isn't enough."

"Go to hell, you scum!" Reed cursed, then pulled several more bags from his pocket and threw them at Ye Feng, saying, "Call me anytime!"

Ye Feng happily opened the car door and slipped into the hotel. What happened next was rather uninteresting.

But Ye Feng also learned a few things tonight.

For example, Pepsi is easier to get drunk on than whiskey. Although Coca-Cola is not easy to get drunk on, it has a strong aftereffect. If you drink it too quickly, you can easily feel dizzy.

For example, Ye Feng felt his head was congested after drinking a cup of Pepsi.

After taking a big gulp of Coca-Cola, Codia, feeling dizzy, leaned on Ye Feng's shoulder.

Getting drunk is dangerous. Although Los Angeles is known as one of the world's most bustling and vibrant metropolises, it also has countless crimes.

Out of gentlemanly manners, Ye Feng escorted Godia back to his room.

As for how a drunk girl could pick up the phone and bag on the table, take out the room card from the bag and hand it to Ye Feng, and walk steadily and briskly in 12-centimeter high heels, that's a different story.

Ye Feng could only say: Everyone's constitution is different, and the state they exhibit after getting drunk is different, which is quite normal.

......

The next morning, Ye Feng got up early, ordered breakfast for the sleeping Godia, left a phone number, and then quietly left.

Back in the parking lot, Pelinka, who had already received Ye Feng's call, was already waiting there, looking worried: "Did anything unexpected happen, like being forced or refusing to use the small umbrella?"

"The only problem is, please buy the extra-large size next time." Ye Feng leaned back in his chair, adjusted to a comfortable position, and said, "Don't assume everyone is your size."

"I want to kick you out of the car right now and let you die!" After cursing, Reed stepped on the gas, and the car sped away from the basement. From then on, Ye Feng's free days were numbered.

Because just three days after the Lakers were eliminated, an important event closely related to Ye Feng was about to occur.

NBA Draft Lottery!

"Where do you want to go?" In the hotel, Edwards stayed by Ye Feng's side, while Reid was busy helping Ye Feng negotiate and continue to handle business for him. It was just Ye Feng and Edwards waiting to watch the live lottery draw on TV.

"Strange." Ye Feng was flipping through the newspaper, looking puzzled. "Something's not right, something's really wrong. Why is that?"

"What's wrong?" Edwards asked. "Have you discovered some secret about the draft lottery? Or is there some unusual inside information?"

"Why aren't there any photos of me?" Ye Feng spread out the newspaper and said to Edwards, "Logically speaking, Cotillard just went to Staples Center to take photos, to create a little bit of hype and a bit of scandal to increase his fame."

"Why haven't we heard a single news story after all these days?"

"Did you forget to take a picture? Or did the picture turn out badly so you decided not to post it?" Edwards quickly guessed two possibilities.

"Impossible, her team isn't that stupid." Ye Feng stroked his chin, which didn't have a beard yet but had been itchy lately. "Do you think it's because I'm too handsome that she doesn't want to use me? So she simply stopped posting?"

"Ye, let's watch the draft instead!" Edwards really didn't want to talk to Ye Feng anymore.

At such a crucial moment, a moment that could potentially affect Ye Feng's entire career, he actually researched some trivial matter like gossip media not publishing his photos.

"Since we're already here, let's make the best of it, Hua Zi. Relax," Ye Feng said. "Even if we're nervous, we can't decide where we're going next."

"It's starting!" Edwards shouted, then watched the television intently.

David Stern had already taken the center position, opened his first envelope of the night, and there was a name that was no surprise: "Thirteenth pick, Houston Rockets."

The Rockets ultimately failed to pull off an upset, failing to secure a top-three finish with that 2% chance.

Then, the names of the teams were announced one after another. The first few were no surprises, and none of the lower-drafted teams managed to pull off an upset.

Until the sixth pick.

The Memphis Grizzlies should have been the ones here, but Stern read out the Los Angeles Clippers' name after opening the envelope.

This means the Grizzlies have made it into the top three!

The Detroit fans erupted in cheers! They're currently the top seed in the East and have a very high chance of getting a top-three draft pick.

The Memphis fans didn't celebrate their team's top-three finish; their tension and prayers continued: "Number one pick! Number one pick! Number one pick!"

That was their only chance to retain their draft pick.

But the chances are extremely slim.