Some people are born with a nasty look. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 It just so happens that Michael Beasley is a typical example of this type of person.

The first time you see him, you really feel the urge to punch him up. He has a pair of eyes with a mocking effect, and there is nothing but disdain in his eyes - which is probably a common problem of American talent.

You can't expect anyone to compare to the well-mannered LeBron James, let alone the well-known Grant Hill.

Of course, just having a "Lao Tzu is the best in the world" expression is not enough to call him a genius, what is really coveted is his energy and talent bursting out in the game.

He played 143 games throughout his four years of high school, losing only five of them.

The format of the game is very simple, it's basically "Hey, give him the ball, yes, it's the guy with a hanging face, everyone pull it away, let him get it." ”

In his senior year of high school, he led NotreDamePrep High School to the national championship.

In the 2007 McDonald's All-Star Game, he scored a game-high 23 points and 12 rebounds in just 20 minutes, and was named the All-Star Most Valuable Player. You know, there were James Harden, Blake Griffin, Derrick Rose and other future NBA superstars here.

When the award was presented, his disdainful nostrils showed people, his eyes were empty, and his arrogant expression seemed to say: "I can win ten MVPs of this kind of star game!" ”

During the NCAA era, he scored 32 points and 24 rebounds in the first game, 30 points and 14 rebounds in the second, and 28 points and 22 rebounds in the third.

Is this still playing basketball? It's playing 2K!

Over the course of the season, he averaged 26.2 points and 12.4 rebounds per game to break the national record held by Melon in Syracuse and was named to the All-American First Team.

Kansas is a big country with legends that belong to Michael Beasley.

Before joining the NBA, the NCAA was divided between him and Derrick Rose and O.J. Mayo.

Then, in 2008, he ran for election.

The Miami Heat selected him to complement Wade with the No. 1 pick, and the team also has high hopes for his talent.

In his first season, he didn't disappoint, but he didn't shine either.

In the second season, he played the main team, but did not improve much. That summer, Riley was a good guy — James went to the South Coast, and he fell victim to clearing salary space and was traded to the Timberwolves.

In his third season, in cold Minnesota, he ushered in the short spring of his career - averaging 19.1 points, 5.6 rebounds and 2.2 assists per game, faintly showing the momentum of a star-level forward.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long, and in the fourth season, he was plagued by injuries, played less minutes, and his average per game data declined, and the Timberwolves finally lost patience with him.

After moving to the Suns in the summer of '12, he was in constant trouble off the court, first suspected of carrying marijuana, and then involved in a sexual assault case.

Although he returned to the Heat after that, his grotesque style of behavior made him very popular with the team, the bigwigs did not buy his account, and the role players were naturally alienated.

In the end, he even fell to the CBA gold panning on the other side of the ocean.

Throughout his short NBA career, it can be described as a history of depravity that continues to die.

He was like a teenager with a genius disease, mentally crippled, on the wrong path, and drifting away.

A brilliant beginning, a bleak ending, and no one sympathizes.

Because only Roy and Auden and the like are worthy of lamenting his misfortune, and those who greet Beasley can only be angry.

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Zhou Han looked at himself in the mirror blankly - his eyelids drooped, the bridge of his nose was high, and his contours were clear.

It wasn't the face he had belonged, he knew it belonged to Michael Beasley, a player he had once loved.

A poor man who squandered his talent and was addicted.

It's just that why is your soul in this guy's body?

Zhou Han looked at the surrounding environment, a very good house, spacious and bright. The large floor-to-ceiling windows allow you to see the scenery outside.

This is Beasley's bachelorette apartment in Manhattan, and because it is close to the school, the lazy Beasley would rather pay a little more to rent it. He didn't want to spend more than half an hour a day commuting to and from school, and it was better to sleep more and be lazy.

Zhou Han opened the wardrobe and shook his head helplessly when he saw the chaotic appearance inside. He took out a fat T-shirt and put it on his body, finally feeling a little refreshing.

After getting dressed and washing, Zhou Han was stunned again.

He still couldn't figure out what was going on!!

"Gollum!"

When he was in a daze, his stomach screamed uncontrollably, and Zhou Han thought: It's better to solve the problem of food and clothing first, and then think about other things after eating! Is it hard to say that this is just a dream?

In fact, he is still quite a heartless person, in addition to being unambiguous about basketball, he has always been very aggressive in life.

So Zhou Han took the wallet and mobile phone on the table and went out.

The city of Manhattan is a small city, and Zhou Han walks aimlessly through the streets of the city, bathing in the sun.

Why is it aimless, because he doesn't know where to go for breakfast.

What about McDonald's or KFC? Poor Zhou Han, this dirt bun, I don't know where to eat except for these two places.

"Forget it, eat whichever is close! I'm starving! Zhou Han muttered to himself.

At this time, he suddenly discovered a very strange thing: he was actually speaking English just now! Also TM is the kind that is very fluent with an accent!

No way?

I speak English?

It's hard for me to pass even if I cheat on an English test?

Zhou Han's head was full of black lines.

What's even more terrifying is that Zhou Han has unknowingly walked to the door of KFC.

Looking up at Colonel Sanders' kind smile, Zhou Han finally accepted this fact—his soul was pierced, and his soul was pierced into the funny body of Michael Beasley.

The rest of the matter fell into place, Zhou Han ordered breakfast in his fluent English, and after enjoying it beautifully, he received a call from Beasley's agent.

"Joe, what's the matter?" Zhou Han knew that Beasley's agent was called Joe Bell, and it didn't take long for Beasley to be fired for failing to help him find a huge sneaker sponsorship contract, and the two ended up in court.

Bell's voice was magnetic: "Michael, have you had breakfast?" Don't forget that you're going to Chicago for a tryout today, so get ready to go to the airport! ”

Zhou Han thought to himself: It seems that Beasley was exposed to be barefoot only 2.01 meters tall when he went to the Bulls for tryout, and the Bulls originally liked Rose, so he better not go! I don't want to be disliked for my height when I get into the NBA.

"Joe, I don't want to go to Chicago anymore, I think the Bulls will definitely choose that guy from Derek, don't run for nothing!" Zhou Han said with a smile.

"What do you say? How can you not go to Chicago! Did you just give up the position of champion? Bell's reaction was bigger than Zhou Han imagined, and he thought that this person would sue himself in the future, and he couldn't help but feel ruthless: "Joe, don't say it anymore, from now on, you will be fired!" ”

"Toot, toot, toot."

Zhou Han hung up the phone without waiting for Bell to speak, and he was a little upset now.

He had no parents and was raised by his uncle since he was a child. When he was twenty years old, his uncle died of illness, and he became an orphan.

Now I have come to a strange body, a strange city, a strange country for no reason.

He was a little scared.

He missed Han Weiwei, the sunny children in the high school team, and the people in the lighted stadium - Mr. Fat, Huang Shaoli, and Lao Zhang......

Before he thought of his uncle, he took him by the hand and said to him, "Son, you must live well, you must have a good life!" Uncle knows that you play basketball well, so you must not give up your dream, but unfortunately your uncle can't see you in the NBA in the future! ”

Uncle only knew that the word NBA was on Zhou Han's lips every day, but he never knew what it was.

Zhou Han still knows how many pounds and taels he has, and he doesn't have the luxury of playing in the NBA.

But now, the NBA is just around the corner.

"Uncle, although I'm not called Zhou Han now, I really have a chance to kill all sides in the NBA, can you see it in heaven?"

On the streets of Manhattan, the morning sun is rising, and the sun shines through the dense leaves on Zhou Han's face, shoulders, and body.

He choked back tears and choked speechlessly.