The next morning, after breakfast, I picked up the basketball, opened the door, and prepared for a must-see walk every day, and became familiar with the ball.

I was shocked, and reporters crowded outside the door pointed their spear at me.

"Mr. Kwame Brown, what did you say to Vlad Divac in yesterday's game?"

"Mr. Kwame Brown, Divac said you scolded him for being a gay little, is it true or false?"

"Mr. Brown, yesterday the Wizards celebrated the post-match at the Moston strip nightclub. When you left, your teammates were accompanied by a female companion. You were the only one who drove home alone. Does this mean you don't like women and you like men?"

"Mr. Brown, what do you think of Vlad Divac? Do you think he will be your lover?"

"Mr. Brown, what kind of lover should be in your mind?"

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All the reporters were pushing forward, and all the microphones were handed to my mouth. The flash kept flashing. The reporters kept asking questions without waiting for me to answer any questions. It was terrible! I wanted to know what was going on, but no one told me that they were just asking questions and trying to get what they expected from my mouth.

I quickly closed the door to death. I pressed my back tightly against the door. The noise of the outer door was so terrible. It seemed that all the reporters wanted to eat me before I stopped.

"David, come to my house, I'm stuck at home by a reporter?" I quickly called my agent David Hunter.

"What? What's going on?" David Hunter's voice was filled with surprise.

"I don't know either. They say they are always talking about homosexuality. I don't know..." I replied.

"Okay, I understand, Kwame, you hear it clearly. Don't accept interviews from any media when I haven't arrived, don't say anything to any reporters. I'll arrive in a while, I understand!" David Hunter said with a serious face.

"I understand! Hurry up!"

"Mr. Collins? I'm Kwame Brown! I'm stuck at home by a reporter... I don't know what happened... OK, I don't go anywhere, I'm at home."

"Michael, I was blocked by the reporter. I don't know what happened. OK, I'll wait for you."

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When people are helpless, they always ask for help from all those who may help themselves. I called one after another, and they gave me the same answer: stay at home, don’t accept any media interviews for the time being, and stay silent.

I sat inside the door, feeling the noise outside the door with my back. I didn't know what I did or what I should do. I was very scared. The noise outside the door made me feel very scared, and tears flowed down my cheeks involuntarily. I was a person living at the bottom of the society. I was a security guard in a small securities company. I went to work on time and got off work on time every day, without a microphone or spotlight, but my life was very stable and comfortable. Although I always dreamed that I could win 5 million one day. But now God made a big joke and suddenly made me stand in the center of the stage. Everything in my life was magnified n times with a magnifying glass. I was very scared and I was very uncomfortable.

I don’t know how long it has passed, and when I was about to collapse, I finally heard David Hunter’s voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please give me a favor. In two hours, Kwame Brown will hold a special press conference here. Don't squeeze, give me a favor, give me a favor..."

Finally arrived, I let out a long sigh, and finally came. At this moment, David Hunter is the most important person in my life, my great savior, and I am saved.

I wiped my tears, opened the door quickly, picked up David Hunter, and then locked the reporters who tried to squeeze into the door again.

Michael Jordan, Doug Collins, George Grant, Pete Johnson, Gary Fox and others arrived one after another.

Finally I know what's going on.

Yesterday, the words I said to Vlad Divac "Are you still hard now? fu*kyou" made Vlad Divac misunderstood, and he understood it as me calling him a gay little hit. Yesterday, the Kings rushed back to Sacramento overnight. At the Sacramento airport, he expressed anger to the reporters. At the same time, under the induced by the reporter, he said the words I was a gay little love.

In addition, we were secretly photographed by reporters last night in Beston and found that Jordan and I were the only ones in the team, and did not leave with my female companion. The two things combined together all major newspapers except Washington Sports set me sex: I am a gay little love.

Yes, this is explosive news, it is not realistic, but it can attract attention. My self-discipline has become a negative teaching material, and not being flirted with in the bar is the so-called evidence.

Oh my God! This crazy nba.

David Hunter and Michael Jordan designed a full two-page manuscript line for me to deal with the coming press conference. When I looked at those lines, I had to admire the greatness and shamelessness of the two.

Reporter: "What did you say to Vlad Divac in yesterday's game made Divac so furious?"

Me: "Most players will say some trash words in the game. They say these trash words are not intentional, but unconscious. After the game, they don't know what they said. I didn't remember what they said yesterday. Maybe it was because I said something that hurt Vlad Divac, so he was furious, but I was really unconscious. You know, yesterday it was the trash words that Vlad Divac said first. He said a lot, it was very ugly. I just responded unconsciously to him, and he was like this. I felt very helpless and sorry for it."

Reporter: "Mr. Kwame Brown, Divac said you scolded him for being a gay young man, is it true or false?"

Me: "Although I don't know what I said yesterday, I'm sure I didn't say this!"

Reporter: "Mr. Brown, yesterday the Wizards celebrated the post-match at the Moston strip nightclub. When you left, your teammates were accompanied by a female companion, and why were you and Jordan alone driving home?"

Me: "You know, Christian and the others played here last year. They knew a lot of fans here. They were good friends. Michael and I just came to Washington. We basically didn't know anyone except our teammates. They happened to meet their friends in Moston. There was no way, Michael and I had to go home alone."

Although shameless, it is very powerful and practical, and all the reporters are speechless.

The reporters came with hope and were about to leave disappointed again. No reporter raised his hand to ask questions. David Hunter was afraid of the long night and dreaming, so he quickly announced the end of the press conference. But at this time, a sudden change occurred. A female reporter wearing black glasses in a corner suddenly stood up and asked:

"Mr. Brown, are you sure you came home alone yesterday?"

David Hunter looked surprised, and he turned his head to look at me, as if he was suspicious that I had something shameful to tell him, and that he did not have enough time to deal with the coming problems.

There is no draft answer to this question, but I still answered with certainty: "Yes, I'm a driving home."

The reporter continued to ask slowly: "Isn't anything happening on the road?"

Everyone was in a state of surprise, including me.

I looked up at David Hunter, hoping that he would tell me how I should answer, and I don't know if the sentence I was going to say became a trap. David Hunter shrugged and said that he could do nothing, so I could only say with a tough bullet:

"I don't know what you said?"

"We, editor-in-chief of Washington Sports, George Michelle, met you waiting for the red light after work in Gaithersburg, after get off work yesterday." The black glasses said slowly.

I suddenly realized that this matter is definitely not a trap, I said:

"I'm very sorry, I don't know that the person I met yesterday was Mr. George Michelle. Yesterday I did have some trouble in that place. The traffic lights were broken a little and it was always red. There was no way. I could only call the municipal service. I didn't go home after the signal light was repaired in half an hour."

"What did you think at that time? Why didn't you drive the car directly? After all, the signal light was malfunctioning, and even if you run a red light, it's not your fault?"

"ah?"

It seems that an important reason why I did this yesterday is that I once saw a report online: Americans will call the municipal government to repair the traffic when the signal light is broken. After the repair, the red light turns green and then leave. Chinese people will run directly regardless of whether the red light is red or not. In order not to embarrass the Chinese, I will not run the red light. Is this just an isolated case in the United States? When they happened last night, they also broke directly?

I touched the back of my head and said, "My teacher told me to stop at the red light, go on the green light, and go on the yellow light, and walk slowly. I have been working hard to do this. No teacher has not told me what circumstances can I run through the red light. I think I should not run through it, for the sake of my own life safety and for the safety of others."

As soon as the words finished, a burst of applause rang out. David Hunter laughed happily, Jordan laughed happily. The reporters laughed happily.

The sports news at noon, and the headlines on the newspapers the next morning were all me, just because of the half hour I delayed.

A few days later, the Washington police found my agent and hoped that I would be the spokesperson for the Washington traffic police and film a set of traffic safety promotional videos.

I'm famous.

Frontal.

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Chapter completed!