One Guard

phone-reading

A boy in messy clothes was holding a mobile phone in the corner, looking at the picture on the screen of the mobile phone, the little boy was also giggling unconsciously.

Yiyang's fake fax that fooled Curry, David Lee and his teammate Dirk Nowitzki made this little boy watch with gusto. The action of teasing the opponent is his favorite. And Yiyang's fake moves that even his teammates can play with are even more wonderful.

The little boy watched the playback on Yiyang's fake fax over and over again, and he even couldn't wait to pick up the basketball to imitate Yiyang's movements. But at this moment, a voice interrupted his fantasy.

"Moody! Go help, there's a guest!" a fat chef's yell knocked the boy out of his basketball world. It turned out that the little boy was in a large kitchen. And he, who was wearing dirty white clothes, was the fat chef's helper.

"Is there anyone coming so late?" The boy looked at the time on his phone, it was already almost ten o'clock in the evening, and the dinner of this group of guests was really late enough.

"Stop talking nonsense, they ordered a lot of dishes, I don't have time to waste time with you here! Bring the veal, the tenderest kind of Texas veal, let's fry the steak first!" Under the instructions of the fat chef, The boy had no choice but to put down his mobile phone, put down the basketball world that made him happy, and started to get busy.

Is it a basketball court? Maybe... maybe, the kitchen is your battlefield.

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"Boss, if you bring us to eat so late, we may be scolded to death by the nutritionist." Terry said no, but his saliva was about to overflow.

"Don't say that, we're just eating some steaks, don't worry, you won't gain weight." Cuban, with the cotton ball still in his nose, smiled at Terry. The boss really kept his promise after the game , invite all players and coaches to a restaurant for dinner.

It is said that it is dinner, but the point is not to eat, but Cuban, with his good mood and ten-game winning streak, wants everyone to gather together and relax.

Everyone was talking and laughing, after all, this group of guys just defeated the deadly enemy just now. And Yiyang, who performed so well and defeated both Curry and Ellis in one fell swoop, became a topic that everyone talked about. Of course, not all topics are related to basketball.

"Also, in China, how do you express your heart to the girl you like?" The person who asked this question was not Terry, but Cuban, the team owner who was in a good mood today. Although it has been a while since he came to the team, this Chinese who doesn't talk much is still full of mystery to Cuban.

"What? Do you want to introduce a girlfriend to Yi? No need, he already has a girlfriend!" Terry was naturally excited when he heard this.

"That Italian girl?" Cuban's eyes sparkled. He never thought that the Chinese would like that hot type.

Yiyang shook his head, this group of guys turned into hooligans after stepping off the basketball court.

In fact, if Yiyang's skin color is the same as other people's, maybe people are not interested in his life and relationship history at all. But as one of the few Chinese in the NBA, the players of the Mavericks are of course full of curiosity about this "special" teammate.

Of course, this also shows from the side that the relationship between Yiyang and his teammates is very harmonious. If people don't like him, naturally they won't talk about him. If this was a Warriors dinner, few people would be willing to talk about Monta Ellis.

At this time, the waiters in the restaurant finally brought up steaks. Yiyang suddenly felt a sense of relief, because this delicious-looking steak finally diverted the attention of the group of "hooligans" from Yiyang.

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"Put on these clothes, boy!" The fat chef picked up a waiter's clothes and handed them to the little boy.

"Huh?" The little boy froze for a moment.

"There are not enough people outside,

You go and help. Don't worry, I'll double your salary today! Hurry up and bring these steaks over, the guests who come today must not let them be dissatisfied! The fat chef anxiously handed the clothes to the boy without saying what kind of guest it was.

Hearing the double salary, the little boy changed from a kitchen helper to a waiter neatly. As long as he can earn more money, he can do three jobs by himself!

The boy who had changed his clothes walked out of the kitchen with a steak in his hand. He opened the door of the kitchen and saw that the largest long table in the restaurant was full of people, and these guests were very different. Tall and big.

Taking a closer look, this group of people seemed to be very familiar. Until he saw a yellow-skinned guy, and that yellow-skinned guy looked at him for a second...

"Boom!" There was a crisp sound, and the plate fell to the ground, and the delicious steak that the fat chef finally fried turned into a pile of garbage on the white tile floor.

The boy looked at the plates and steaks on the floor, and then at the group of people in front of him, obviously at a loss. Now he is sure that the person who was looking at him just now is Yiyang! As soon as the boy got nervous, he couldn't help letting go of his hand. After all, I was watching Yiyang's highlights on my phone just now, but now, Yiyang, a living man, and the entire Mavericks team appeared in front of my eyes!

Yiyang's eyes were still staring at the little boy who broke the plate, which made the boy feel even more creepy. Will he blame me? Will you scold me?

"What are you still standing there for!? Hurry up and apologize!" The waiter at the side nudged the little black boy with his elbow and reminded him softly.

The boy raised his head slightly and found that Yiyang was still staring at him. He hung his head again in fear, and walked to the table.

"Yes... sorry..."

"It's ok."

Everyone immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and everyone, including the Mavericks players, was surprised. Because the talking guy is the least talkative Yiyang in the team!

"It's okay, kid. You... how old are you?" Yi Yang looked at the boy, as if he was still very young.

"14 years old." The black boy finally raised his head, and he found that Yiyang's expression didn't seem to be blaming him.

"Aren't you supposed to be at school?"

"I go to school during the day and work part-time at night." In the United States, it is very common for middle school students to work part-time. Yiyang has done it before. But there are three types of students that are not mentioned here. One type is students with particularly good grades, and the other type of students will go to prison in all likelihood in the future. As for the last category, it is the kind with average grades, but the family does not have to worry about food and clothing.

And the boy in front of him should be the same as Yiyang, not belonging to any of the above-mentioned categories, life made him have to make such a choice. And this is also the reason why Yiyang stared at the little black boy. He seemed to see his own shadow in this guy...

Although I am sitting in this high-end restaurant now, although there is a car worth more than 200,000 US dollars parked at the door that belongs to me. But Yiyang has not forgotten how he got here step by step.

"What's your name?" Yiyang continued to ask, and the little boy answered nervously and honestly like a prisoner.

"Moody." The boy answered and realized that it was wrong, it was just his nickname, and changed his words immediately. "Emanuel Mudiay!"

"Emanuel? That's not like an American name," Cuban said, reading the tongue-twisting name.

"That's right sir, I'm from Congo, America since I was five years old."

Foreigners, come to America to survive. Yiyang smiled, is there such a coincidence in this world?

"Do you like basketball?" Yiyang also really wants someone who doesn't talk much, or someone who doesn't know how to chat. In every conversation with Mudiay, he just asks one simple question. One person asked and the other answered. It seemed that the two were interrogating and being interrogated, but Yiyang's purpose was just to have a simple chat with this boy.

"I'm your fan! Sir! I mean, of course I like basketball!" As soon as basketball was mentioned, the black kid who was a little scared at first became excited instantly

"Hey, do you want to watch the Mavericks game? How about I give you and your family a ticket each?" Yiyang knew that the NBA game tickets are what most of these kids dream of.

"Really...really?" Mudiay felt a little unbelievable. Is this a blessing in disguise?

"Leave your home address, and I will send the tickets tomorrow." Cuban is also a humane guy, he understood Yiyang's thoughts, so he gnawed to show his support for Yiyang.

"Oh my god! That's not acceptable! I...I'll just go and get it myself!" Mudiay couldn't afford such a big favor, and free tickets were delivered to the door for free. Does this Congo kid know how to get it? The reason for short hands.

"Then, at 6:30 tomorrow afternoon, you wait for me at the entrance of the arena, and I'll give you the ticket." Yiyang's attitude towards this child was beyond the expectations of the waiters, but after all, who would face his former self? What about the shadow?

Mudiay nodded vigorously, and immediately cleaned up the mess. Tonight, he must tell his mother and two brothers about this wonderful experience!

"Why are you so nice to that silly boy?" Seeing Mudiay disappearing from everyone's sight, Terry asked puzzled.

"Because of him..." Yi Yang replied with a smile. "Because he reminds me of myself, you don't know, how I wish someone could give me a ticket to an NBA game."

This Tanhuaxiu kept smiling, and remembered those days...

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