"Two first-round draft picks, a 16 million deal exception!? This is what the fuck LeBron James left me with that bitch? Where is the championship he fucked agreed to!?"

Daniel Gilbert slapped the table in anger, which made Ferry, the general manager in front of him, silent.

"There is also a young player named Wu Dawei." Ferry risked his life to remind.

"Which the fuck is he??" Gilbert was already furious.

"Uh...a forward player, he is said to be able to swing at the third and fourth positions..."

"Enough, I don't listen to these messy things. How much can this guy named Dawei get?"

"Uh...10 points and 10 rebounds..."

"Shenma!? Two pairs? How old is he?"

“20…”

"Will the Heat give up on such talent?"

"Well... because that's the sum of his data from last season..."

"**Shake me!?"

"It's not like that... Daniel, you know, every new player joins, we have to hold a press conference for him..."

"Play for him? I can only get 10 points in a season, and I'm not as good as James's little finger? Then you might as well play for me!"

The entire Cleveland metropolitan area was in an extremely angry temper at this time, just like Gilbert's mood. The Cleveland Cavaliers were their favorite professional team, while LeBron James was the favorite hometown star of the Clevelanders.

But now, this superstar who once threatened to bring a championship to his hometown is now in the arms of Miami's sunny beaches.

So they were imaginable at this time, and it was precisely because almost everyone in Cleveland focused on LeBron James that Wu Dawei was forgotten in his apartment.

James Bend failed to fulfill his promise for several days and took himself to meet the team's general manager.

If it were someone else, he would definitely be a little depressed, but Wu Dawei was still leisurely and contented.

Because confidence has been established, setbacks seem less terrible.

During this period, he called his parents far away and told them that they had been traded to Cleveland.

Obviously, parents who had almost never left the country were surprised by such a strange name. In their eyes, this was basically equivalent to a survey from Shanghai to Guizhou. Although it was also a big city, it was really equivalent to a remote place compared to the previous place.

In the end, my parents didn't say much, but just told him to take care of his health and that they would come to the United States to accompany him during the Spring Festival.

Although on the way to Cleveland, Wu Dawei vowed not only to play basketball but also to live a good life. Judging from the current situation, the second point is that it is difficult to develop. It is not a matter of a person to change his habits overnight.

So he should do the first point first, find a court to practice football first.

...

...

Quincy Swarzenegger was a child who grew up in the Gates neighborhood, but his living environment was not as rich as the name of the street; but like everyone here, he was proud of his black skin.

Gates Stadium, the only basketball court in the Gates block. No white child dares to step in because this is the country that Quincy Swarzenegger leads his black brothers!

Quincy is not only the king of children here, but also a basketball enthusiast. Coming to the Gates Stadium every day is the first stop of his great dream - he will take off here and become Bill Gates in the basketball world.

But he never expected that under the reputation of his little Gates bully, there was still someone who dared to trek into forbidden areas.

A yellow-skinned monkey, no, should be called a yellow-skinned gorilla, dares to play at the Gates Stadium without his permission!

The great Quincy Swazenegger does not allow his reputation to be damaged at all!

...

Looking at the little ghost who had just grown his belly button in front of him, Wu Dawei thought he was just an ordinary kid who came here to play basketball, but he didn't expect that this little guy gave him an ultimatum as soon as he came over.

"Hey, big guy, do you know you've gotten into big trouble?? You've gotten into the younger brother of the Big Demon King Nok, the little Demon King Quincy Swarzenegger! Hurry up and get out of here with your basketball before my brothers and I beat you up!"

Wu Dawei was dumbfounded, his mind was a little confused for a moment. How could this be a child? The whole Wukong was reincarnated...

"Hey, why don't you talk? Big man, are you scared by me? Well, I'm so kind. Before I change my mind, immediately, immediately, leave here with your basketball!"

The little guy showed off his might, and his friends behind him were staring at Wu Dawei with a look of contempt.

Damn, is he threatening me?

A twelve or thirteen years old?

"Ha!" Wu Dawei laughed in silence. The child's actions made him feel a little interesting. He pretended to be vicious and beat the basketball to the ground hard. The turtle's aura was exposed and walked towards the group of children.

They immediately showed a panic expression. No one could change their face when facing the anger of a big guy weighing 2 meters high and 110 kilograms.

"Hehehe, big guy...what do you want to do! Don't think I'm scaring you..." The little guy was obviously sarcastic, because he slowly retreated with his friends as he spoke.

"Hmph~" Wu Dawei laughed lewdly twice. His legs spread apart and stood in front of the little guy, his hands were placed on his waist, and shouted: "Little kid, where is your parents!? Call them here quickly, I will teach you a lesson in front of them! Let you know... Ouch!"

...

Quincy Swarzenegger has discovered that the yellow-skinned gorilla in front of him is not a good person. Of course, he knows that if he fights, his little kids are not enough, and his brother is not around, so Quincy immediately decides to rush to the wind!

But Quincy Swarzenegger wouldn't just give the basketball court to this yellow-skinned gorilla in vain, it would have ruined his reputation! So, while the other party was still muttering, he made a straight punch!

"Run!"

Do you think you are strong?

So there is no scruples?

It’s hard to defend against the Yin Fist! Haha! (The Lost in Thailand is very red now, so let’s have one too)

...

Wu Dawei immediately knelt on the court with his crotch in his pants. He screamed, but because of the unbearable pain, he could only watch the group of hateful little bastards running out. At this moment, James Bend, who had not shown up for many days, appeared like a 007!

"Hey, Chinese Wu, so you're here."

"James...James, catch that little devil..."

...

"You should explain it to me..."

Bend sat in the driver's seat and drove intently.

"Aren't you 007?! Such a scene appears in front of you, and your mind cannot turn. How can you protect the Queen of England? A guy who can't even catch a little devil..."

Wu Dawei sat in the passenger seat and said with hatred, "Damn it, why is my JJ still hurt so much? That little devil is so cruel!"

"Oh, okay. Even if it's my fault, Wu. Sorry, sorry."

Bend sat in an apologetic position, then drove and continued, "I'm here today to take you to meet your coach and teammates."

"I've been in Cleveland for a week, and you've arranged it too efficiently."

Faced with the sarcasm, Bend not only did not be ashamed but was proud, but laughed and said, "Sorry, China Wu. It's not that I don't want to recommend your coach to you earlier, it's because Ferry and the boss have been worried about James' transfer these days. They have no time to worry about other things."

"James has gone to Miami, so he won't care what the people here will do. What if they get angry, it's not futile."

Wu Dawei complained in a low voice, but never thought that he had received Bend's approval.

"You're right, Wu! I also think Gilbert and the others are wasting time. Instead of getting angry on TV and newspapers, it's better to put your energy back into the team. Just like man, you can prove with practical actions that Cleveland can be great without James, which is much better than being self-pity like a woman!"

Bend's words made Wu Dawei feel like he was finding his comrades, but then he turned around again. He continued while driving: "But you have to understand the people here. You come from another place, so you can't understand how much the people here love James. There is a saying that is good, love is deep and harsh. A week ago, everyone didn't believe that LeBron James would really leave the Cavaliers and leave his hometown!"

Wu Dawei curled his lips and ignored what Bend said, because he really didn't understand the city of Cleveland.

He opened the window and wanted to breathe some fresh air. The car was driving through the largest mall in the city. At one glance, he saw the huge portrait of LeBron James hanging on the exterior wall of the mall.

From a distance, several workers stood on the roof of the mall, working in a busy manner in front of the portrait.

"Swish!"

The originally magnificent giant portrait of James' magnesium powder was blinking, and fell off the outer wall of the mall like a discarded rag. What was left was the empty glass behind him. Outside the mall, a group of fans dressed in fans waved and cheered at the falling portrait.

Is this the glory of LeBron James in Cleveland?

Wu Dawei has seen the Clevelanders cheering for James on TV countless times, but the scene at this moment makes him feel that the things he has seen are so illusory and ethereal.

"Competitive sports are the same as this world, and there will never be eternal love. If you want to be supported and recognized by fans, you must have a perfect performance. You have to do your best to win every game for the team the fans like!

James Bend also saw the drooping portrait. He said to Wu Dawei: "Even if you can't win, the fans will give you applause, but they will never accept any excuses to shirk failure! Even a genius like LeBron James is no exception!"

James Bend's words impressed Wu Dawei, but before he could taste it, the car had already entered the gymnasium.

James Bend led Wu Dawei into the Cavaliers' training hall, and then left a sentence, "I'll sign first, wait and then come over, you can go in first." Then he left.

Wu Dawei stood alone outside the training hall gate. Listening to the sound of slapping basketball from inside, he took a deep breath and decided to complete the first meeting with his new teammates with a brand new look.

So he walked in, then looked at the 20 kinds of black and white people on the court, and shouted: "Hey, guys, hello!"

The expected cheers did not sound, and Wu Dawei opened his arms and smiled and found that a group of people were looking at him with a strange look.

It seems that this first meeting will be a bit of a failure.

Wu Dawei felt a little frustrated by this result, and then he heard a tall man with a wig on his head, fucking a South American accent, saying, "Hey, you are the new cleaner. Why is the efficiency so low? It's been wet for a long time! Come and wipe it clean!"

Well, it wasn't a little failure, but... it was a complete failure.

PS: I just finished watching the Australian Open, I feel so sorry for Sister Na...
Chapter completed!