NBA: A collection of super busts

After glancing at James twice, Anthony walked over to Wade: "Dwyane, long time no see!"

"Hello Melo." After the joint tryouts in Chicago, Wade and Anthony, while not exactly enemies, were at least no longer adversaries and could exchange a few words.

"Where's that bastard?" Anthony's target was clearly not Wade. His eyes darted around. Although he and Wade had reconciled, the conflict between him and Ye Feng was far from resolved.

"He's my friend," Wade frowned. "Only I can call him an asshole. You'd better show him some respect, Melo, or we're no longer friends."

Anthony shrugged indifferently, and after confirming that Ye Feng hadn't arrived yet, he turned around to find his own spot.

"He's so flamboyant!" Wade exclaimed loudly as he looked behind Anthony.

Ye Feng is here!

The guy was wearing a bright red suit with an even more flamboyant bright yellow shirt underneath. He was all smiles as he swaggered into the little green room.

His flamboyant outfit would normally have sparked a lot of discussion and whispers, but this time there was none at all.

Almost everyone present sat upright without any discussion, and some people didn't even dare to look at Ye Feng.

It wasn't that Ye Feng's intimidating power was really that strong; it was mainly because the guy next to him, who was almost the same height as him but had more developed muscles and a face full of scars, looked too scary.

"Hey, Ye!" Wade greeted him with a smile. "And 'Double Ye' too."

This was the nickname he gave Ye Lin.

Following Ye Feng was naturally his older brother.

Of course, Edwards and Reid were there too, but nobody paid any attention to them; Ye Lin was just too eye-catching.

His brother? The young people at the scene looked at Ye Feng and Ye Lin and couldn't help but sigh: There are actually two of these monsters... Who the hell would dare to mess with him on the court from now on?

"Tomato and egg stir-fry?" Anthony, who had a bad relationship with Ye Feng, muttered under his breath, but even though he grew up on the streets and in gangs, he didn't dare to complain loudly.

He's not stupid...

James, who had been the center of attention and dressed the most eye-catchingly, now clearly had a sullen face. The cameras, reporters, and other rookies in the green room that had been pointing at him all shifted to Ye Feng.

This also made him somewhat unhappy.

A clown who tries to attract attention!

James cursed inwardly.

But at that moment, his agent suddenly pushed him under the table. James immediately understood, and his previously downcast face was replaced by a bright smile. He also stood up and greeted Ye Feng as he walked past him.

"I've heard so much about you, Ye! Is this our first time meeting?"

"Me too." Ye Feng didn't want to talk trash tonight, so he smiled, gave James a high-five, and said, "You look great in your suit."

"My mom helped me choose it. Actually, I originally wanted green, but she said..."

James was about to introduce his suit when Ye Feng had already been led away by Wade, and the two of them, along with their respective teams, sat down together.

"Let's see how long you can be so arrogant!" James cursed in his mind again, but this time his agent slapped him once more.

"Pay attention to your smile! Show your approachability and friendliness, and the fans will love you! Remember, the greater the contrast between your on-field and off-field personas, the more the fans will like you! They all fall for it!"

James immediately sat up straight, adjusted the cuffs of his suit, maintained a dignified expression, and then flashed a very professional smile when the camera came in.

The huge contract Nike gave him included money for image building; Nike even hired someone to train him, which was definitely the most boring course he had ever taken.

"Where do you think you'll be drafted?" Wade and Ye Feng sat together and chatted casually.

"I don't know." Ye Feng shrugged. "Several teams said they would draft me, but none of them gave me a real commitment."

Sitting next to the two, Reed kept fiddling with his phone, his fingers moving as fast as an octopus, while also constantly sending messages to Ye Feng and Wade: "The market is relatively quiet right now, mainly because there are too many buyers but too few sellers. There are so many teams that want to trade draft picks that you can't count them on one hand."

"But not many teams are willing to give up their top draft picks."

"Bad news: The Cavaliers have officially rejected all offers to acquire the second overall pick and are set to use it to select Anthony. What a terrible decision."

Sitting next to Reed was Henry Thomas, who was also Wade's agent. He was completely different from Reed; a seasoned veteran in the agent world. But even he couldn't help but ask, watching Reed, a guy he'd never heard of before, continuously reveal inside information, "Where did you get your information?"

"I have many friends." Reed finally put down his phone, revealing the sincere smile he had shown when he first met Ye Feng: "Mr. Henry, I've long admired you. You've always been my role model."

"You can leave your number. Our players are good buddies, and we can help each other out." As he spoke, he took out his obviously high-end gold-embossed business card and handed it over.

Thomas, being shrewd, took out his business card and exchanged it with him. It was at this moment that David Stern took to the stage for the first time that night.

"The Memphis Grizzlies, with the first overall pick, select... LeBron James!"

Amid cheers, James, who was elected without any doubt, stood up with a smile, straightened his clothes again, and his agent covered his mouth with his hand and whispered, "Excitement, more excitement, tears! Tears would be best!"

"Hurry up, get more excited! I know you fucking don't want to go to Memphis, and I don't want you to go to that damn place either. I'll find a way to get you out of there, but you always need to mind your image. Now give me some emotion! Tears! And then a smile!"

No one knows if James heard him, but James certainly seemed very excited, hugging his mother and friends, then quickly walking out of the Green Room, putting on a Grizzlies hat, and hugging Stern.

"I'll be drafted before you." While everyone's eyes were on James, Anthony suddenly challenged Ye Feng. Clearly, he had also been informed that he would be drafted by the Cavaliers.

Ye Feng retorted without backing down, turning to look at Anthony and saying, "But I will win more championships, MVPs, scoring titles, rebounding titles, and be selected to more All-Star games and All-NBA teams than you, and everything else you can imagine."

"We'll see!" Anthony said with a sneer, his face full of arrogance, a stark contrast to the warm and friendly James just moments before.