A boy dressed a little messily was holding his mobile phone in the corner, looking at the screen on the mobile phone screen, and the little boy was also smirking unconsciously.

Yiyang deceived Curry and David. The fake fax of Lee and his teammate Nowitzki made the little boy look at it with relish. Playing with his opponents is his favorite. And Yiyang's feints, which even teammates can play, are even more exciting.

The little boy watched the replay 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! Hurry up and help, here comes the guests! A fat chef's shouting took the boy out of the world of basketball. It turned out that the place where the little boy was in a large kitchen. And he, dressed in dirty and boastful white clothes, is the helper of this fat chef.

"Anyone else coming at this late hour?" The boy looked at the time on his phone, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and the group of guests had eaten dinner late.

"Don't talk nonsense, they ordered a lot of food, I don't have time to waste time with you here! Bring the veal, the most tender kind of Texas veal, let's fry the steak first! Under the instructions of the fat chef, the boy had to get his mobile phone down, put down the basketball world that made him feel refreshed, and began to get busy.

Basketball courts? Maybe...... Perhaps, the kitchen is its own battlefield.

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

"Don't say that, we'll just eat some steak, don't worry, we won't make you fat." Cuban, who still had the cotton ball in his nose, smiled at Terry, the owner who really kept his promise after the game and invited all the players and coaches to a restaurant for dinner.

It is said to be dinner, but in fact, the point is not to eat, but to take advantage of the good mood and the east wind of ten consecutive victories, Kuban wants everyone to gather together and relax.

Everyone was talking and laughing, after all, this group of guys had just defeated their mortal enemy. And Yiyang, who performed well and defeated Curry and Ellis in one fell swoop, has become a topic of conversation among everyone. 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 owner of the team who was in a good mood today. Although he has been in the team for a while, this Chinese who does not talk much is still full of mystery to Cuban.

"What? Do you want to introduce a girlfriend to you? No need, they already have girlfriends! When Terry heard this, he was naturally excited.

"The Italian girl?" Kuban's eyes lit up, he never thought that the original Chinese would like that hot type.

Yiyang shook his head, as soon as the group of guys got off the basketball court, they all turned into hooligans.

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

Of course, this also shows that Yiyang has a very harmonious relationship with his teammates. If people don't like him, they won't talk about him. If it's a Warriors dinner, there probably aren't many people who want to talk about Monta. Ellis's thing.

It was at this time that the waiters finally served a steak. Yiyang suddenly felt a sense of relief, because this steak that looked extremely delicious finally diverted the attention of this group of "hooligans" from Yiyang.

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

"Huh?" The little boy was stunned for a moment.

"There's not enough people out there, you go and help. Don't worry, I'll double your salary today! Go ahead and bring these steaks over, and the guests here today must not be dissatisfied! The fat cook anxiously handed the boy the clothes, and said no matter what the guests were.

As soon as he heard about the double salary, the little boy neatly changed from a kitchen helper to a waiter. As long as he can make more money, he can do three jobs alone!

The boy who had changed his clothes walked out of the kitchen with a steak, and when he opened the kitchen door, he saw that the largest table in the dining room was surrounded by people, and these guests were very different, all of them tall.

Looking closely, this group of people seems to be very familiar. Until he saw a yellow-skinned guy, and the yellow-skinned guy looked at him for a second......

"Bang dang!" With a crisp sound, the plate fell to the ground, and the delicious steak that the fat chef had managed to fry turned into a pile of garbage on the white tiled floor.

The boy looked at the plates and steaks on the floor, and then at the group in front of him, visibly at a loss. Now he is sure that the person who just looked at him is Yiyang! As soon as the boy was nervous, he couldn't help but let go of his hand. After all, he was still watching Yiyang's highlights on his phone just now, and now, Yiyang, a big living person, and the entire Mavericks team actually appeared in front of him!

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

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

The boy looked up slightly and found that Yiyang was still staring at him. Frightened, he hung his head again and walked over to the table.

"Right...... Sorry ......"

"It's okay."

Everyone immediately looked in the direction from which the voice came, and everyone, including the Mavericks players, was surprised. Because this guy who is talking is the least talkative Yiyang in the whole team!

"It's okay, kid. You...... How old are you? Yiyang looked at the boy, who seemed to be very young.

"14 years old." The black boy finally looked up, and he realized that Yiyang's expression didn't seem to blame him.

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

"I go to school during the day and come out to work at night." In the United States, it is very common for middle school students to work part-time, and Yiyang has done it before. However, there are three types of students who are not mentioned here, one is the students with particularly good grades, and the other is the students who are smashed, looted, and burned 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, he doesn't belong to any of the above categories, and life makes him have to make such a choice. And this is also the reason why Yiyang stared at this little black boy. He seems to see his own shadow in this guy......

Although he is now sitting in this high-end restaurant, although there is now a car of his own, worth more than 200,000 US dollars, parked in the door. But Yiyang hasn't forgotten, he hasn't forgotten how he got here step by step.

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

"Moody." The boy replied and realized that it was wrong, it was just his nickname, and immediately changed his words. "Emmanuel. Moodier! ”

"Emmanuel? It's not like a name that Americans would take. Cuban read the name of the twister and said.

"That's right, sir, I'm from Congo and came to the United States when I was five years old."

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

"Do you like basketball?" Yiyang really wants someone who doesn't talk much, or doesn't know how to chat. In every conversation with Moodier, he said only a simple question. One person asked, one person answered, it seems that the relationship between the two is that of interrogation and interrogation, but Yiyang's purpose is just to have a simple chat with this boy.

"I'm your fan! Mr! I mean, of course I love basketball! At the mention of basketball, the black kid who was still a little scared instantly came to his senses

"Hey, want to watch the Mavericks play? How about I give you and your family a ticket each? Yiyang knows that tickets to NBA games are what most such children dream of.

"Really...... Are you sure? Moodier felt a little incredulous, he called this a blessing in disguise?

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

"Oh my God! That's not going to work! I...... I'll just go get it myself! "Moodier can't afford such a big favor, and the free tickets are delivered to the door for free, this Congolese kid knows how to take a short hand.

"Then, tomorrow at half past six in the afternoon, you wait for me at the gate of the stadium, and I will give you the ticket." Yiyang's attitude towards this child was beyond the expectations of the waiters, but after all, who would be angry with the shadow of himself who once was?

Moodier nodded vigorously, and then 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 stupid boy?" Seeing Moodier disappear from everyone's sight, Terry asked puzzled.

"Because he ......," Yiyang replied with a smile. Because he reminded me of myself, you don't know, how much I wished someone could give me a ticket to an NBA game. ”

This tanhuaxiu kept smiling, and remembered those days again......