Wu Dawei looked at the depressed college star sitting beside him and suddenly felt a little unbearable, so he wanted to comfort this guy.

At this time, Wu Dawei's cell phone on the sidelines rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and found that he was the team president, Pat Riley, who had never said a few words to him.

"Mr. Riley?"

Michael Beasley turned his head and looked at Wu Dawei in confusion. Maybe he was also wondering why the always proud team president would call Wu Dawei, this penniless supporting player.

"Hey, Chinese Wu."

“I’m glad to receive your call.”

"Oh ~ yes. I'm so glad you could say that."

"Is there anything you have to do with me?"

"Well... there's something... I'm sorry, Wu, you've been traded to Cleveland. I'm sorry, but it's all for the team's good."

...

Wu Dawei hung up the phone, expressionless because he was in a complicated mood at this time, because it was like a bolt from the blue. Beasley next to him looked at him with a little strangeness and asked, "What's wrong? Man."

Grass!

Wu Dawei sighed and said quietly: "I was traded."

"Shenma?!" Beasley was obviously surprised, and then... "Haha, I just said, you must not be able to stay like a parallel product! Tell me quickly, which NBDL team did you trade to?"

Wu Dawei felt that he was going crazy. He looked at the gloating idiot with murderous eyes and sneered: "Silly, you have been traded too!"

"What a joke." Beasley waved his hand with a laugh, still disbelief. The next second he screamed: "Damn, where did they trade me?"

"Timberwolves."

"Mars?!"

"Brother, the Timberwolves are in Minnesota..." Wu Dawei was in a black line.

"Who did they trade me for? That idiot, Kevin Love?"

"You overestimate yourself, a second-round draft pick."

"What about you?"

"LeBron James."

"Did their assholes have a face on them?" This time it was Beasley's turn to get crazy...
Chapter completed!