I want to be a superstar.

"Will those two start fighting later?"

"Don't worry, it's impossible, a fight won't break out."

"Even if Ye makes a move, Martel won't fight back; he wouldn't dare."

Alkey Beach Park in Seattle: In May, the sunny Alkey Beach is considered by Seattleites to be a beautiful place comparable to the beaches of California.

Children playing football, couples lying on the beach, elderly people sunbathing on the seawall—everyone's face was filled with happiness.

Meanwhile, in a restaurant on Alki Beach, Brandon Roy, Wilcon Roy, Anthony Washington, and Dean Simmons watched with concern as Yes did not far away.

"Martel must be one of his few friends in America, right?"

"Not just one of his few friends, he's his only friend! You all know how dishonest Ye is, how cold he is, and how strange he acts. Even his sweethearts are scared away by him, let alone the boys who just want to be friends with him."

"We know Ye very well and think he's great except for being a bit blunt. But to others, Ye has always been an unapproachable weirdo. However, Martel is an exception; he's never been scared by Ye."

"Whether Martel was penniless before or is now America's hottest basketball star, his feelings for Ye have never changed, right?"

"Yeah, so I absolutely don't believe Martel went into the draft just to get a higher draft position and a bigger rookie contract. Martel is nothing like that piece of shit Nate!"

"Dean!"

"Brandon, glaring at me won't change anything. Am I wrong? I don't believe you don't have those feelings for Nate! FUCK, do you think Anthony and I are still practicing our shooting every day because we can't play? Is it really because of health? Is it really because those sweethearts like us? And you and Will have been so humble in supporting that piece of shit Nate for the past three years, was it really because you submitted to him? Wasn't it because you hoped Nate could bring Ye a national championship when he came to the University of Washington, and resolve his inner conflict? Damn it, that piece of shit ran away with the performance and stats we supported him to pad, are you really willing to accept that?!"

No one wants to be someone else's bride for free, and Roy was naturally unwilling to do so either.

At the University of Washington, in Seattle, Roy really wanted to be the boss, and nobody could stop him.

Dean Simmons and Anthony Washington both genuinely want to start, and even if it's just a nominal start, head coach Romar should respect that.

Because this is Seattle, and they are the Seattle Five!

If they cause trouble, the fans will only support them unconditionally!

But for those three years, they went to the University of Washington along with Nate Robinson.

Nate Robinson had an outgoing personality and later wanted to become the leader, but Roy gave up the position without hesitation.

Why is that? Roy knew perfectly well.

As a result of his concession, Nate Robinson took the fruits of their support and ran away.

"FUCK, we can't make it to the NBA. If we could, we'd beat him up every time we see him! You piece of shit!"

Dean's words were still harsh, but this time, Roy didn't stop him.

"Ye, during the time we've been sitting here, a total of fifty-five fans have come to ask for our autographs. Fifty of them recognized you first, and thirty-five of them didn't recognize me after recognizing you."

"You asked me out today just to say these things?"

Yes looked at Webster and said coldly.

"This may seem insignificant to you, but it's really important to me. Ye should know what I'm dreaming about."

"You dare talk about your ridiculous dream now? Bringing a national championship to Seattle? You couldn't do it in high school, you couldn't do it in college, so you think you can just go to the NBA? Ha, that's laughable. An NBA championship is a world championship, not a national championship!"

"I know all that, and I know my dream is ridiculous, but Ye, do you know what's more tragic than a ridiculous dream?"

Webster gazed at the beautiful Seattle sea before him, his eyes filled with longing: "I'm like a dog constantly licking its mistress's toes, yearning for her favor, but her eyes are only on the injured cat in her arms."

Dog? Cat?

Yes frowned in confusion, while Webster continued speaking.

"You know, the day you decided to join the University of Washington, I already had the idea of ​​entering the NBA draft this year."

"?!"

"Shocking, isn't it?"

Webster gave a wry smile and continued, "Actually, I was quite shocked too, because what I longed for most was to be your teammate, and what I feared most was also being your teammate. Three years ago, I broke my promise to you for the first time, and that was the reason."

"Was this the reason you didn't transfer to Garfield High School three years ago?"

"Yeah, it's ridiculous, isn't it? I'm such a selfish, insecure, and cynical person. I always find myself worrying about trivial things."

"After each game, I would idly compare the number of spectators at Garfield High School and the number at Prep School. Whenever Ye didn't perform well in a game, I would excitedly and expectantly buy the 'Stranger' newspaper the next day. I cried when Ye led Garfield High School to get kicked in the ass by Starkey because I knew it was Ye's last chance to bring a championship to Seattle in high school. But later, I laughed."

"But no matter how well you play, there are always more spectators around you than I do, and the newspapers of strangers are always encouraging and comforting you. As for me, even if I win the MVP of the Nike Basketball Summit, the newspapers of strangers still treat me like a stranger."

"The day after you decided to join the University of Washington, I saw the front page of The Stranger, and I had already made up my mind to enter the NBA draft."

"I used to think that Seattle wanted a national championship, so my dream was to bring a championship to Seattle. If I could do it, I could replace you as the Son of Seattle. But I realized how ridiculous my dream was until that day. Seattle doesn't need a national championship; Seattle just needs to be there for you from the beginning to the end."

"Even if the Seattle SuperSonics won the championship, let alone me, it wouldn't be that important to Seattle."

"Now I understand why the Seattle SuperSonics always complain that Seattle fans are too cold-blooded; they really are cold-blooded..."

"For them, the championship is just a bonus; if it weren't for you winning it, it would be insignificant to them."

Ye Si looked at Webster, who now seemed like a bad guy, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

When he first arrived, he was furious about Webster's breach of contract, but now he couldn't muster any more anger.

"Since you decided to participate in the talent show a long time ago, why are you only signing up now? Do you want to be the last one standing?"

"This is my last chance to be teammates with you..."

After Webster finished speaking, the two people sitting on the seawall fell silent.

A moment later, Ye Si stood up and came up behind Webster, who was puzzled. Webster tried to stand up as well, but before he could get halfway up, Ye Si kicked him in the butt and sent him sprawling onto the beach in front of him.

"Ye, you ambushed me again!"

"Martel, how dare you curse me to never make it to the NBA?!"

"What do you mean by 'curse'? This isn't true! Do you think you're still the same 'Son of Seattle' you were four years ago? What makes you think you can get into the NBA now? The NBA won't listen to Seattle's nonsense! I'm going to prove my strength to the world in the NBA. I'll make up for my insignificance in Seattle with the glory of the NBA!"

"Shut up, stop yelling, get up here, and kick me again!"

"Don't even think about it! You want to kick my ass? Come to the NBA if you dare!"

"Damn it, who wants to kick your ass!"

Seeing Webster running away laughing, Yes cursed under his breath.

The first time he kicked Webster, he genuinely wanted to kick him.

That arrogant guy!

And this guy actually cursed him so he'd never make it to the NBA? That's even more intolerable!

As for the second time...

After he kicked Webster's butt, his explosive power attribute, which had been silent until now, suddenly increased by 1!

"Why are you here?"

Just as Yes was about to leave and find someone else to kick, Roy and his group actually arrived.

"Ye, are you feeling down? Do you want to go for a run? We came here especially to run with you."

"Want to go running with me?"

After glancing at Dean Simmons' smiling face and then at Roy and the others, Yes smiled.

"Don't rush to run, let me kick you first."