NBA: A collection of super busts

Chapter 116 A bad woman wants to seduce men behind my back.

"Congratulations, host, on winning the Rookie Challenge MVP! You will be awarded a brand new, mediocre talent..."

"Congratulations, host! You have acquired Adam Morrison's shooting talent! You will gain Morrison's shooting ability and shooting form."

coming! coming!

Finally, I can say goodbye to this damn shooting form!

It's not just about saying goodbye to that shooting posture; the system also thoughtfully gave Ye Feng a patch.

"The system will gradually correct the host's muscle memory over the next two months until the host's shooting motion is completely changed to Adam Morrison's style."

Seeing this, Ye Feng was even more delighted.

This system is quite thoughtful.

Otherwise, if I play with that same awful form tonight, but switch to a different one for the All-Star game tomorrow, I'll definitely get dissected...

Now...

Dude, can't you just practice hard?

Actually, Ye Feng didn't really know what Morrison's shooting form was like. As a post-00s generation, he knew about Morrison mainly from various public accounts and marketing accounts.

Ye Feng had read that heartwarming story between Kobe, Drogba, and Morrison at least 800 times.

All he knew was that this guy was a top-tier offensive weapon in college, averaging nearly 30 points per game in his junior year, and was the top scorer in the D1 conference in the United States. Moreover, he wasn't the type to mindlessly grab anything and do whatever he wanted.

The worst part is that those marketing accounts almost never showed any clips of Morrison playing, leaving Ye Feng with no idea what level of skill this guy possessed.

However, Ye Feng was also confident: No matter how ugly this guy's shooting is, someone whose selling point is shooting, can his shooting posture be more disgusting than Camby's?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

This time, it's definitely a double upgrade in both appearance and substance.

After all, in Ye Feng's memory, Morrison during his college years was a standard technical player, the type who scored by relying on rhythm, skill, positioning and superb shooting technique.

However, although he entered the league as the third overall pick, he was cursed by two top-tier debuffs as soon as he entered the league.

One example is Bird, a white player who was favored by Jordan; his career could be said to have ended at that moment.

It's hard to say whether more players modeled after Bird are underperforming or more talented players favored by Jordan are underperforming, but Morrison is definitely the only one who carries both curses at the same time.

In addition, he was diagnosed with severe diabetes at the age of 14, which prevented him from increasing his physical strength and improving his abilities as recklessly as others. He had to pay attention to his health while carefully improving his basketball skills.

His talent was absolutely exceptional, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to dominate the NCAA. However, his own illness, coupled with the simultaneous presence of two top NBA curses, caused this talented individual, who had the potential to succeed, to completely fade out of the NBA around the age of 25.

But the current Ye Feng doesn't have diabetes, is incredibly competitive, isn't afraid of physical contact, and hasn't been favored by Jordan. He has none of the debuffs that Morrison had.

He can certainly make Morrison's buried talent shine in the NBA.

Having won an award and received a promotion, Ye Feng's night was almost perfect.

Only one question remains.

"Jason, do you know the Olsen sisters? Do you have their contact information?"

"Shaq should have it."

"Shaq, you know him...."

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"I don't have it, but I can ask for you!" O'Neal said in a big brotherly tone, "If my little brother needs anything, I'll definitely do my best to help!"

Then O'Neal started making phone calls, and less than 10 minutes later, he casually pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down his phone number.

"Thanks, Shaq!" Ye Feng took the number, naturally wanting to offer O'Neal some emotional support: "It's really hard to find a boss as good as you. If I were on your team, I'd be your assistant until you retire!"

"I really don't understand why anyone would refuse to pass the ball to the most dominant monster in history!"

"Right! You think so too, right!" O'Neal immediately found a kindred spirit. He patted Ye Feng on the shoulder and said, "After this season, if the team wants to trade that bastard Kobe, I'll definitely make them send Kobe to New Jersey and trade you for him."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Kidd immediately protested, "What are you doing! I'm still breathing, and you're already taking my brother away?"

"Didn't we give you Kobe?"

"What do I need him for!" Kidd yelled. "We're great right now!"

"If one day he gets beaten by his own wife," Ye Feng chuckled mischievously, he could say, "Jason did it too!"

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"Get lost!" Kidd cursed irritably, then said, "Alright, hurry up and contact your twins. If you can't get two in one go tonight, you'll be letting down the people Shaq owes you for finding those connections!"

"Thanks, Shaq!" Ye Feng waved. "Jason's treating tonight!"

"It's a deal!" O'Neal grinned. "I like this little buddy of mine; he doesn't look like a wanted criminal at all!"

Kidd shrugged: "Then I suggest you try to see things from James' perspective..."

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On the other side, Ye Feng was already sitting in the car the league had rented for them, and dialed the number O'Neal had given him.

"It's me," Ye Feng said after the call connected. "I've memorized it."

"You actually memorized it!" The voice on the other end of the phone sounded somewhat surprised.

"You can introduce yourselves now," Ye Feng said. "It's a promise."

"Do I really need to introduce myself? I'm sure you already know me," said Mary-Kate Olsen on the other end of the phone. "It's unnecessary."

"So, how about we grab a drink together?" Ye Feng took the initiative to invite him, a tactic he'd used most often since his transmigration.

If you're interested in a girl, just tell her directly, then find a place to have a drink together, and then we'll talk about it.

I have never failed.

"Me, or us?" Mary Kate said. "Make it clear."

Ye Feng's mind raced for a moment, then he abandoned his unrealistic fantasies: "You."

"How's the basement bar at the Beverly Hills Hotel?" Mary Kate seemed quite satisfied and quickly replied, "I need an hour."

"I'll wait for you." Ye Feng hung up the phone, then immediately picked up his phone and called O'Neal again: "Where is the Beverly Hills Hotel?"

"That's too fast!" O'Neal couldn't help but say, "Even if you're handsome, have a great physique, and just made a splash in front of the whole world, this is still too fast."

"Just going for a drink." Ye Feng scratched his head, feeling that this scene seemed familiar.

"If it's the Olsen twins, then it should be the Pink Palace," the best hotel in all of Los Angeles. I'll send you the address right now. Good luck, bro!"

O'Neal then sent Ye Feng an address, and Ye Feng drove to the hotel. Since the hotel's underground bar was only open to hotel guests, Ye Feng quickly booked a room before strolling over to the so-called underground bar.

This is the hotel's own bar on the basement level, filled with wealthy guests. There's no loud music or flashing lights here, just a female singer performing melodious jazz to fill everyone's ears.

Ye Feng walked around the bar and soon spotted Mary Kate sitting alone in a corner drinking some kind of beverage. He immediately went over to her.

"Hi."

"Huh?" Mary Kate paused for a moment, then said with some surprise, "You're alone?"

"Of course, who else could I bring?" Ye Feng smiled and sat down. "What would you like to drink? I rushed over right after the competition and didn't even have time for a sip of water."

Mary Kate pouted and muttered under her breath, "What a hypocrite!"

"What?" Ye Feng didn't hear clearly.

"I told you there's a great cocktail here called PianoWoman, you should try it," Mary Kate said with a smile. "Can you drink?"

"No, but I can try." Ye Feng waved to the waiter, and after a brief exchange, he ordered a Coke as well: "The attempt failed."

Mary Kate couldn't help but laugh: "You're quite amusing. What brings you here this time?"

"Let's have a drink and make friends," Ye Feng said. "I'm exhausted after the match."

Mary Kate glanced at her watch and then said, "That's all?"

"Otherwise what?" Ye Feng leaned forward, exuding a slight sense of pressure: "When you called, you emphasized that you were alone and didn't want anyone else to come. Why did you do that?"

"Bad woman." Mary Kate muttered something else that Ye Feng didn't quite catch, and then she met Ye Feng's gaze, not giving an inch.

Ye Feng wasn't about to let this blatant provocation pass him by. He leaned forward again, their foreheads almost touching. Mary Kate finally stepped back a little: "Too close."

"But I can't hear what you're saying." Ye Feng smiled. "Could you speak a little louder? Speaking of which, where's your sister? Are you two always in a competitive relationship?"

Before Mary Kate could speak, her phone rang.

"Excuse me, please wait a moment." Mary Kate quickly stepped back, leaning back in her chair, and answered the phone: "What's wrong?"

"Why aren't you back in your room yet?" Ye Feng could vaguely hear the voice on the other end of the phone.

"That's none of your business." Mary Kate glanced at Ye Feng. "I'm going out tonight, I'm not coming back."

"Are you at the bar downstairs?" Ashley asked on the other end of the phone.

"No, not here," Mary Kate replied, inwardly sneering: Bad woman! Trying to get away from me and cheat on me! Trying to trick me into revealing whether I'm here or not.

Watch me steal it from you!

Mary Kate looked up at Ye Feng again.

He's Asian, very handsome, and has a great physique.

No wonder that bad woman wanted to dump me; she was afraid I'd steal her away.

Thinking this through, Mary Kate seemed to have made up her mind: "The fact that you came here proves that you must have booked a room, right?"

"uh-huh."

"What room type?"

"I forgot, I haven't gone up yet," Ye Feng said. "I think it's a standard room?"

"I've never stayed in a standard room before," Mary Kate said with a grin. "I'd like to see one."

Faced with this request, what can Ye Feng do?

He could only agree, then took out his room key to check the floor and room number, and pulled Mary and Kate towards the elevator.

A few minutes after the two left, another Olsen appeared at the elevator entrance. After looking around the bar, she sat down in the spot where Ye Feng and Mary Kate had just been sitting, and then took out her phone to send Ye Feng a text message.

"I've arrived. How much longer?"

As soon as Ye Feng entered the room, he was explaining the wardrobe's structure and the function of the clothes hangers to Mary Kate. He took out his phone to look at the text messages, then looked at Mary Kate, and felt that something was wrong.

But he also felt that this mistake didn't seem important.

He quickly replied with a message: "The league has caught us and is holding a meeting with all of us. Many league executives are there, so I can't leave. Sorry, I might be a little late tonight."

"Or, could you make it up to me tomorrow?"

"It's alright." Ashley's personality seemed much gentler than Mary Kate's: "I'm fine anyway, I'll sit by myself for a while, and I'll keep in touch."

"Who is it?" Mary Kate stretched lazily on the bay window of the room, revealing her fair belly and beautiful waistline.

"Friend." Ye Feng understood the implication, stepped forward, and put his arm around her waist: "Be careful not to fall, this is the 19th floor."

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