"Chinese men's professional basketball player Zhao Feiyang was waived by the Los Angeles Lakers today."
"Zhao Feiyang's NBA career lasted just over a month from start to finish. Maybe he is not the most talented Chinese player..."
"The NBA career is over, where should Zhao Feiyang go?"
Almost immediately after Zhao Feiyang was laid off, the Chinese media became restless.
Both CCTV Sports and major sports forums reported this news, and many self-media authors wrote various articles analyzing Zhao Feiyang's performance in the NBA.
In short, Zhao Feiyang became the protagonist again in a way he didn't want to see.
China.
Outside the airport hall in Mingzhu City, Zhang Jiaying, who had just gotten off the plane, was dragging her luggage and preparing to go out. At this moment, her phone vibrated and a message popped up on the screen.
Zhang Jiaying didn't think much about it, thinking who had sent the message. However, she took out her phone and looked through it, and found that the message that popped up was about Zhao Feiyang.
"Um?"
"Fired from the team?"
Zhang Jiaying opened the news and flipped through it. After a while, she couldn't help but chuckle and shook her head, as if she was glad for her choice.
"I knew it was impossible for him!"
Zhang Jiaying took two steps as she spoke, but her steps quickly stopped. She took out her mobile phone and opened the chat software. After hesitating for only 3 seconds, she clicked on Zhao Feiyang's profile picture, and then firmly clicked to delete it.
At the same time, in his apartment in Los Angeles, USA, Zhao Feiyang was also packing his luggage.
The Lakers have settled all of his expenses with the team. After the handover is completed, it will not make much sense for him to stay in the United States.
In a depressed mood, after packing his luggage, he rarely found a nearby pub and started drinking as soon as he sat in. He had never drank alcohol before to keep in good health. This time he made an exception, even though there was even a plate of peanuts on the bar. There was no rice, but Zhao Feiyang still drank heavily.
Not sure how long he had been drinking, or how much he drank, Zhao Feiyang felt his mind gradually becoming confused, and even the ceiling began to rotate. He tried hard to control his body balance, but he still accidentally threw himself towards the ground.
"Hey, wake up!"
When Zhao Feiyang fell asleep, an Asian-faced girl appeared in front of him. She was wearing a bar staff uniform and glasses, and she kept shouting at Zhao Feiyang. Unfortunately, Zhao Feiyang couldn't hear what she said.
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"Where am I?"
The early morning sun shone on Zhao Feiyang's face, and the golden light was very dazzling, finally waking him up from his deep sleep.
After opening his eyes, Zhao Feiyang felt that everything around him was strange.
He was in a house, to be precise, a house he had never been to before. Judging from the decoration and furnishings, it looks like it is probably an apartment building. However, it was still much smaller than the apartment he rented, and the old floors and faded walls also hinted that this was an old house.
Zhao Feiyang was lying on a brown sofa. Because the sofa was not short enough, a chair was specially placed for his feet.
His lower body was wearing pants, but his upper body was naked. Fortunately, he had a blanket wrapped around him, so his strong figure was not exposed.
"Holy shit!"
"what's the situation?"
Zhao Feiyang was a little panicked for a moment.
He slapped his forehead hard and tried to recall what happened last night, but he only remembered drinking and falling asleep, and had no memory of other things at all.
"No way?"
Zhao Feiyang was terrified. He knew that there were many "soldiers" in the United States. On the surface, these people looked like normal people, but they were very keen on "fighting with bayonets."
On the street where Zhao Feiyang lived, he heard from the apartment owner that an unconscious person had been stabbed in the back by a homeless man outside. What was even worse was that the police did not catch the beggar who committed the crime.
And the "chrysanthemum-broken" man also chose to leave the city a few days later and never appeared again.
Perhaps out of subconscious fear, Zhao Feiyang quietly stretched out his right hand. After some exploration, he stood up and took two steps, but did not feel anything strange coming from the anus.
This made Zhao Feiyang feel a little relieved.
"so close!"
"It shouldn't be... it must not be... the bodies of labor and capital are absolutely pure..."
Just when Zhao Feiyang was thinking wildly, the apartment door opened from the outside, and a girl with an Asian face appeared in front of him, holding large bags of vegetables and food in her hands.
The familiar face woke up Zhao Feiyang instantly, and also reminded him that the last person he saw before he fell into coma last night was the person in front of him.
"Are you awake?"
"how do you feel?"
After the girl put down the vegetable bag and food, she took the initiative to come over and care about Zhao Feiyang.
"Uh...what happened last night?"
"I'm sorry, I can't even remember..."
"We should...not...what the hell!"
As Zhao Feiyang said this, he pointed to the blanket on his body. Unexpectedly, the girl burst out laughing.
"You think too much!"
"Nothing happened!"
"My name is Jiang Qiuyue, I'm a waiter in a pub. You were drunk last night and vomited all over your body. Later I helped you wash your clothes... I was going to call the police, but I heard you talking about Huaxia Yu, I brought you to the apartment where I live... I am also Chinese and came to Los Angeles to study..."
Jiang Qiuyue seemed very innocent and had a very gentle personality. Zhao Feiyang only talked to her for a few minutes and quickly became fond of this compatriot.
It's not like he hasn't met Chinese people since he arrived in the United States, but there are many Chinese people who talk about being compatriots, but in fact they cheat on you in private without discussing it.
Jiang Qiuyue is the first exception Zhao Feiyang has seen so far.
Zhao Feiyang originally planned to treat Jiang Qiuyue to a meal to express his gratitude. Unexpectedly, the other party bought a bunch of ingredients and instead made a table of simple home-cooked dishes for Zhao Feiyang.
After sitting at the dining table and taking a few bites, Zhao Feiyang was immediately stunned by Jiang Qiuyue's cooking skills!
"Damn it! It tastes so delicious!"
Seeing Zhao Feiyang devouring his food, Jiang Qiuyue also looked happy.
"By the way, what do you do?"
"I saw you drinking so much last night. Did something bad happen to you?"
Zhao Feiyang didn't know what to say at this time, so he just smiled helplessly and shook his head at Jiang Qiuyue, "I came to the United States with the intention of doing something great, but unfortunately... it has failed so far. I’m going back in the next two days…”
"It's okay. Failure is not terrible. As long as you always keep the spirit of progress, it's fine."
Jiang Qiuyue comforted him.
Perhaps because she saw Zhao Feiyang was in a bad mood, she even told two jokes to comfort him. This move also filled Zhao Feiyang's heart with warmth, and he became more and more fond of the Chinese girl in front of him.
Just when he was about to finish his meal, Zhao Feiyang's cell phone rang again. He was a little surprised to see that it was an unfamiliar number, but he still answered the call immediately.
"Hello!"
"Is this Zhao Feiyang? Hello, I am Pat Riley, the general manager of the Heat. I want to talk to you about joining the Heat!"
