NBA: A collection of super busts

"I don't believe that. What's so great about the Nuggets? You're a Chicago native, grew up in Jordan's era, and you're saying you like a perennially bad team like the Nuggets?"

"I don't believe it at all!"

"Okay, that's just a polite answer," Ye Feng shrugged, then said, "But I really want to be drafted by the Nuggets, that's for sure!"

"I really hope you'll be chosen too. Come on, let's go find Qiqi and talk to him. He'll definitely like you!"

Kiki Vandeweghe, an NBA legend, was one of the first players to come to the NBA from Europe and become an All-Star.

He possessed the meticulousness, politeness, and tact characteristic of Germans. Although he wasn't particularly enthusiastic when chatting with Ye Feng, he didn't make Ye Feng feel ignored.

Van der Wie praised Ye Feng's performance today and said that Buzdelik's opinion was his opinion, and they looked forward to cooperating with Ye Feng.

The group chatted for several hours, and then had dinner together in the evening. After dinner, Van der Wiggins was still not satisfied and invited Ye Feng to take a walk in the night view of Denver to continue their conversation. In the end, the German even escorted Ye Feng all the way to his hotel before leaving.

Everything suggests that Vandeweghe also thinks highly of Ye Feng and plans to select him with the third pick!

"Looks like we've got it in the bag?" Edwards said excitedly after returning to the hotel. "Third place! That's higher than we expected. Just two months ago, everyone was questioning whether you could even make the lottery."

"Not necessarily." Ye Feng shook his head and said, "We talked with him for so long, about all sorts of in-depth topics, from the team's playing style to individual skills, and then to the development expectations and training methods for the first season. He talked about everything."

"But he missed mentioning one crucial point."

"He didn't give me any draft promises! If he were really determined to get me with the third pick, he would definitely have told me. He would have told me to stop trying out for other teams, especially the Cavaliers, otherwise what if they snatched me up?"

"So..." Edwards frowned as well. What Ye Feng said did make sense.

"So, we'll have Doug go and sound out the Raptors and Cavaliers again, see what they think of me, and whether they're ready to draft me."

"Then, we'll examine whether a second trial is necessary."

At this moment, in the van downstairs at the hotel, Vandeweghe let out a long sigh, leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes to rest.

"Then we've got it in the bag! We've got this kid; his style fits the team perfectly, and he's definitely our hope for a comeback!" said Buzdelik excitedly.

"No rush, Jeff, no rush," Vandeweghe said slowly. "Today is just the first tryout. We still have a lot to do. For example, that Serbian has arrived in the United States and is currently trying out in Cleveland."

"I'll make a decision after I see how he performs!"

"And Carmelo Anthony, still unwilling to come for a tryout?"

"He refused, saying he would only accept tryout invitations from the Grizzlies and Cavaliers. This guy seems to be going after Ye. Ye said he would only accept tryouts from the top five draft picks, and he said he would only accept tryouts from the top two draft picks."

Van der Wechs said, "Young man, holding grudges and being petty are not necessarily bad things."

...

After finishing his tryout with the Nuggets, Ye Feng found himself in a rather boring state. Since he had nothing better to do, he went to Dallas to watch the Spurs vs. Mavericks Game 3 of the Western Conference Finals.

Then, the Mavericks lost again.

Ye Feng watched three playoff games this year, and the home team lost every single one of them, which made Ye Feng quite depressed.

However, just as he was returning to his hotel room in Dallas, feeling dejected, his phone rang.

He received a call from someone he hadn't expected.

"Jerry? You've finally decided to use your number one pick to select me?" Ye Feng answered the phone and chatted quite naturally with West on the other end.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult. Although I don't think you are worse than LeBron, that guy represents the huge North American market. If we get him, we can immediately have a player whose jersey sales enter the top ten or even the top five in the league."

"If I choose you, the first thing my boss will do is fire me."

"But you can't possibly pick me with the Rockets' 13th pick, right? Even if I ran out of the hotel naked right now, covered in leaves, I still wouldn't fall to that position."

"Of course," West said. "Did the Nuggets make any draft promises to you? Did they say they would definitely select you with the third pick?"

"I said so."

"Really?" West's voice became erratic. "I don't believe it."

"Of course it's true. I spent half a month in Denver, and I got along extremely well with Vandeweghe. We looked at the stars and moon together, and talked about everything from poetry and literature to the philosophy of life. Jerry, have you ever looked at the stars and moon with LeBron, and talked about everything from poetry and literature to the philosophy of life?"

"Then why did they still try out Darko Milicic? And after being rejected by Anthony several times, why did they still want to invite Anthony to Denver for a tryout?" West exposed Ye Feng's lie in one sentence, and then he waited smugly for Ye Feng's reaction.

This kid'll be embarrassed, won't he? At the very least, he'll stutter a few times and seem awkward, right? I don't believe he can be so brazen...

"Beep...beep...beep..."

That kid, why the hell did he hang up on me?

West was completely stunned as he listened to the busy tone on the other end of the phone.

He couldn't remember the last time someone dared to hang up on him like that.

Did they eat the gall of a bear and the heart of a leopard?

Unwilling to give up, West stared at the phone in a daze for a while, then dialed it again.

"Jerry? You've finally decided to use your number one pick to select me?" Ye Feng answered the phone and started chatting quite naturally with West on the other end.

His words and tone were exactly the same as before, as if the phone call had never happened.

If West hadn't just had a checkup, he would have suspected he had some kind of Alzheimer's disease.

"You're shameless." After saying this, West realized he had nothing more to say to Ye Feng, so the old man suddenly became interested: "I have a little inside information, the team that's really interested in you is actually..."

This time, it was his turn to hang up the phone.

Then he looked at his phone and waited for it to ring again.

Waiting...waiting...

I didn't get to see it.