NBA: A collection of super busts

"Fifth pick, Miami Heat."

"Fourth pick, Toronto Raptors."

"Third pick, Denver Nuggets!"

"Second in line..."

"The Cleveland Knights!"

When the second-place result was announced, the entire city of Detroit fell silent. Those who had just been celebrating wildly were completely stunned. Gone?

Our draft pick is gone?

Damn it! That damn Stern!

Wasn't it agreed that the Cavaliers would be the number one draft pick this year?

Wasn't it supposed to be that this year's script is for Akron's LeBron James to play for his hometown?

What the hell? The number one draft pick went to Memphis?

By what right?! By what the hell?!

Where's the cover-up? You damned Jewish old man, where the hell is your favorite cover-up?

Do not!

The real shady deal is not giving the number one pick to Cleveland! It's targeted, absolutely targeted at us! It's targeting Jordan, the son of Stern, whom we bullied 20 years ago, so this year he took away the high draft pick we craved!

Falkstern!

The people of Detroit have experienced a huge rollercoaster ride, from immense hope to utter despair.

Meanwhile, Memphis erupted in wild cheers, and all the fans who had been following the draw were completely excited!

Top Scholar's Pick!

Although they had fantasized about it, they still couldn't believe it when it actually hit them on the head.

Because almost everyone believed that the Cavaliers would get the number one draft pick this year.

There has been a lot of hype from all sides for too long.

James has repeatedly expressed his desire to play for his hometown, and Cleveland has repeatedly stated publicly that it will only select James and will not try out anyone else.

Even some local highways in Cleveland displayed various slogans such as "Homecoming of Prodigals" and "Building Greatness Together".

It's not just Cleveland fans; a large portion of fans across the US believe that Cleveland is the undisputed number one pick in this year's draft. This is why the Pistons and Detroit are so confident that they will definitely get the Grizzlies' draft pick.

In the end, they actually gave it to us?

After the initial shock, Memphis erupted in celebration. West, at the lottery, unusually let loose, punching the air and yelling a curse: "Fuck you!"

This draft pick has essentially completed a large part of his rebuilding process.

He believes the team will get back on track immediately!

God has already helped; now it's up to West's own skill level.

As for the Cleveland residents who were distraught and grief-stricken?

Nobody cares about them.

People were too lazy to even watch their jokes; they'd rather laugh at the Detroit residents waking up from their dream.

This team has no presence in the league. Nobody really takes them seriously. Their team history is insignificant. The only thing worth mentioning in the team's history is Jordan's game-winning shot, "The Shot."

Now, they've missed out on the best chance to rise to prominence and the biggest buzz in the team's history...

"Then the schedule is about to get busy," Edwards said, looking at Ye Feng. "Let's begin!"

"It's starting!" Ye Feng nodded emphatically. He didn't care whether the Spurs or the Mavericks would win the Western Conference championship, nor did he care whether the East could break the West's monopoly and win a championship.

Those things have nothing to do with him.

A week later, Ye Feng set off for Miami, accompanied by Edwards, Reed, and his good friend Wade.

This guy has been much busier than Ye Feng lately. He started participating in various tryouts before the draft even began, hoping to improve his draft position.

Especially after Ye Feng, who was originally expected to be a lower draft pick than him, overtook him after two explosive performances in the semifinals and became a top-five favorite, Wade worked even harder.

He hoped his brother would live well, but he didn't think he was any worse than Ye Feng.

Ye Feng's tryouts with the Heat were incredibly successful. Both Ye Feng and Wade were flawless in both static tests and dynamic talent demonstrations. Especially in the later 2V2 and 3V3 practice games, their chemistry amazed Van Gundy and Riley, who were watching the game.

"Take down both of them, Pat! Take them both down, and we'll rise to power instantly!" Van Gundy's voice was louder than his belly: "Their chemistry and teamwork are simply perfect; they'll be the next Payton + Kemp duo!"

Riley chewed his gum casually, not immediately responding or showing excitement. His first thought wasn't actually about taking down either of the two.

What he was thinking was, "Why is this fatso so annoying?"

Do I need you to teach me how to do things? Can't I see the potential and chemistry between these two?

Riley simply said, "Let's talk first, one at a time."

Then he returned to his office, and a few minutes later, Wade walked in first.

After chatting with Riley for a while, Wade left, but to his surprise, Ye Feng wasn't waiting for him at the door; instead, he was still practicing.

"What are you doing?" Wade walked up to Ye Feng. "Didn't I tell you to wait? Mr. Riley wants to see you after I come out. Now is not the time to show off your diligence. Now is the time to make a good impression. We can't keep him waiting."

"What's the rush?" Ye Feng said. "He has plenty of time left. Of course, I have other purposes for being here."

Ye Feng pulled him close and whispered, "What did he tell you? Give me a hint!"

"Fuck?" Wade was completely dumbfounded. "You cheated in the interview too?"

"What do you mean 'yes'? When did I ever cheat?" Ye Feng retorted angrily, "How dare you slander me out of thin air?"

"Basically, it's about whether you're willing to dedicate yourself fully to the team, whether you'll play through injury if needed, whether you're willing to make sacrifices if the team needs to take a pay cut, and whether you're willing to give up ball possession and stats for the team."

"So what was your answer?"

"Of course I'm willing!" Wade said without hesitation. "I played like this in Marquette, and in the NBA, I will only work harder to show my professionalism. I've always been willing to give everything for victory."

"Oh, and he also said I was their first choice, and he really wanted to draft me and make me the cornerstone of the team!"

Ye Feng knew that this guy wasn't lying; he really did play basketball that way, and he really thought that way. Don't let his terrible attitude towards relationships and studies fool you; his dedication and professionalism on basketball are something no one can question.

"Mr. Riley." Ye Feng was quite polite after entering the office.

"Let me be honest," Riley said. "I really hoped to select you fifth overall. You were our number one pick, and I wanted you to be the cornerstone of Miami's rebuild."