No matter how this bloody gossip incident was discussed outside, Yang Mo remained silent after the statement was issued, and he was unwilling to continue to make any remarks about this stupid matter, because he knew that it was okay if he didn't open his mouth, as long as he did, no matter what he said, public opinion would draw him into an endless whirlpool.

And under the expectation of countless basketball fans, Yang Mo fans and gossip fans, the Knicks' home game against the Denver Nuggets still came as scheduled. T-N-T, as the media that bought the broadcast rights of the game, deliberately arranged a camera to focus on Paris Hilton and Spike Lee, just not wanting to miss any of the dynamics between the two.

In fact, in a sense, their limelight has overshadowed the game. It's as if after the last game, the media in New York handed over the vast majority of the board to Paris Hilton and Spike Lee to talk about it, and as for the Knicks' victory over the Hawks, there is no trace of it, only one or two battle reports can be found in the sports section, and that's it.

Five minutes before the start of the game, Paris Hilton and her sisters walked into the field in high spirits, and Spike Lee was out with the whole family, looking like they were stumbling to the end.

As for Emma Watson, who was supposed to be the protagonist, instead of sitting in the first row, he sat in the fifth row behind, although it was also a VIP area, but it was more or less meant to avoid artillery fire. It was arranged by her agency, which thought she should be in the ring because it would give her a lot of exposure, but didn't want her to get involved in a scolding battle because it would damage her reputation.

Before the start of the game, Paris Hilton led her sisters to stand up and shout: Super-Yang! Come on!

Their cheers made the audience scream. At the same time, boos were filled. Naturally, the screams are made by gossip gossips, while it is the loyal Super-Yang fans who, like Spike Lee, don't think a prodigal like Paris deserves Super-Yang!

And Yang Mo looked up at Milicic when the cheering sound sounded. Milicic didn't have much of an expression. He was warming up calmly, as if he hadn't heard or seen everything. Yang Mo didn't know if his appearance was a sign that things were getting better or a reminder that things were getting worse.

Soon the referee blew the whistle and signaled the starters of both teams to come up and take positions and prepare for the game.

As soon as Yang Mo stood up, JR Smith, who was covered in tattoos, posted it, with a hangy expression, and said in a dragged manner: "Hey, can you tell me how many female celebrities you?" ”

This guy dragged 258,000 yuan, and Yang Mo Niao didn't bird him. His eyes glanced at him with disdain, extremely contemptuous, as if to say: What kind of thing are you? Is it your turn to speak?

Seeing Yang Mo's contemptuous look, J.R. Smith, who was already arrogant, was immediately unhappy, and muttered, "Damn." Think you're great? Blow you up tonight. Paris will get into my bed! ”

Smith's mouth was so cheap, Yang Mo immediately glared at him indifferently, and said: "Josh Smith said the same thing to you the night before yesterday, you are so self-conscious, and from tomorrow, Nike will cancel your sneaker sponsorship, and you will not be allowed to wear Nike shoes in the future." ”

"You... Why? I'm a Nike signing, why don't you let me wear Nike shoes. J.R. Smith said evilly.

"Just because I'm a shareholder of Nike, I said on the board of directors that it's okay to ban a small role like you." Yang Mo said disdainfully: "You can not be convinced. But you're going to get a call from your agent tonight! ”

"You ......" JR Smith glared angrily, and then remembered that Yang Mo was still a shareholder of Nike, and he didn't know how to refute it at the moment, so he could only attack in another way: "Don't think that you are the boss, I will completely blow you up with my actions tonight, and then I will hold a press conference, saying that you have a grudge because you were beaten by me, and the communiqué fired me at the expense of the company's interests." ”

"Hmph, then it depends on your ability!" Yang Mo still sneered disdainfully, and didn't take Smith seriously at all.

Smith was treated so contemptuously by Yang Mo that he immediately gritted his teeth and gurgled with an expression of not giving up if he didn't beat Yang Mo. But how could Yang Mo be afraid of a player like Smith. In a sense, Smith is the destitute version of Yang Mo. He is capable, Yang Mo is a hundred times better than him, and Yang Mo is capable, he will only do two or three things, dunk and three points!

Therefore, Yang Mo is almost a target for this kind of player.

Other players are afraid of convulsive players, but Yang Mo is not afraid, because he is the ancestor of convulsions!

Drip!

When the referee blew the whistle, Milicic, who was indifferent before, instantly burst out with amazing energy, only to see him jump high, shout a fast attack, and then the basketball hit the front court with a dunk, and immediately, Yang Mo rushed towards the front court. J.R. Smith wanted to chase after him, but he couldn't even pull his jersey, so he could only watch him rush to the court like the wind, pick up Milicic's past basketball, and rush into the box to make a powerful tomahawk dunk...... Rumble!

When the basketball was smashed into the hoop, Madison Garden erupted in cheers and screams for the first time of the night.

When the audience chanted super-yang, Yang Mo pointed his finger at Milicic and shouted: "He is also a hero, and he has 60% credit for this ball!" ”

Yang Mo's recommendation made Milicic give some applause on the spot, but Milicic ignored those applause, but looked at Paris Hilton stupidly, with an affectionate expression, and said softly: "You like super-yang!" If you like to watch him perform, then I will support him, as long as you are happy!! ”

When Milicic said this, Yang Mo was completely stunned.

He didn't expect Milicic to fall in love so deeply, this is simply the highest level of love saint.

There is a song that says: As long as you live better than me, nothing matters!

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