The Wizards won and I made a buzzer-beating three-pointer. Immediately afterwards, I was told that I was named the best in the game, with 13 points, 12 rebounds, 5 assists, and 7 blocks. My 7 blocks also broke the Wizards' record.

"Kaome, first of all, congratulations to you on another victory. You were the best in this game by the judges. This is your first time winning the honor. How do you think about it?" asked George Nakba, a basketball reporter for Washington Sports Channel.

"Thank you very much for the support of the fans. They are our motivation to move forward!" I said while wiping my sweat with a towel.

"How do you evaluate your performance!" George Nakba continued to ask

"It's okay!" I didn't know what to say, so I could only deal with it.

"Kaome, you seem a little nervous!"

"A little bit, because I don't know what to say!"

"Are you nervous than the last three-pointer you shot?"

"Ha, it's almost the same!"

"Thank you for your interview, Kwame, hurry up and take a shower!" George Nakba finally let me go.

I was about to go to take a shower and change my clothes, but Michael Jordan grabbed me and said.

"Kaomei, follow me to the press conference later! Change your clothes quickly!"

This was used to be patented by Michael Jordan and Doug Collins, so why did I participate today?

"When you go out later, try to say less and say less. When you say more good things! Do you understand?" Jordan pointed at me.

Press conference.

"It was a very difficult game, both sides were equally strong, my players tried their best, they played a high-quality game, and we both held the key to victory until the end, but our luck was not very good, and Kwame Brown made a three-pointer." Lalli Brown commented slowly, and attributed the failure to luck.

"The 76ers are very strong, and they have caused us a lot of trouble. Fortunately, my players performed well, and we eventually won the game."

I sat bored beside Michael Jordan and dared not move around. This is a very formal occasion, and any action may be on the front page of the next day.

"Mr. Collins, what do you think of Kwame Brown's performance today?"

"He is a very outstanding player, and his performance today also verified that we were right to choose him in the first pick. His performance will get better and better. I believe he will perform better in the future." Collins was in a dim way.

"What height do you think he can reach?" a reporter asked.

"Ha, it's probably several floors high!" Doug Collins also made a humorous sound.

"Kaome, you hit the last buzzer-beating ball today, which is the biggest contributor to winning this game. You won the game with your own strength. If it weren't for you, I believe the result of this game would be completely different. What do you think of yourself?" Another reporter stood up and asked me directly.

This reporter was obviously inappropriate intent. He gave me a trap and put a high hat on me first, so that I could find the answer in his circle of scratches. What is winning the game alone? This is the nude inducement. Jordan's face around me has changed a little.

Jordan touched me gently under the table, reminding me not to say the wrong thing.

"If I win the game by myself, it would probably be wrong. After all, there are 5 people in the game. Only by uniting and working together can we win. If I were the only one, the result of the game would become more than 100 to zero. I would lose miserably. There will always be five people working together on the field. Without the joint efforts of others, we cannot win the game. We would like to thank Michael, Richard, Tyron, Christian, Chris, Itan, Tron, Brandon, Hubert, and our head coach, Mr. Doug Collins, we can win the game."

I obviously couldn't hold back my hands, and I couldn't let them catch the handle.

"Kaomei, some time ago, someone said you were gay. Is this true or false?" A reporter who was not very obsessed actually raised this bad question.

"Puff!" Jordan, who was beside him, almost burst out laughing.

"This must be false. My sexual orientation is normal?" I looked at Jordan, whose face was red and flushed, and said depressedly.

"Kaomei, do you have a girlfriend you are dating now?" Isn't this a post-match press conference? Why has it become a major investigation of my personal life? I am jealous and confused, and extremely depressed!

"Not yet!" I answered honestly and depressedly.

"What type of women do you like?" the reporter asked.

Since I traveled to Kwame Brown, I have never thought about this problem. The target of my previous dream was our boss’s daughter. Her little face was that handsome, and her long legs that looked like a compass would definitely fascinate people.

But now I have never thought about what to look for. I have been practicing, practicing, and practicing again. I occasionally study stock market dynamics and the Nasdaq index when I have time.

"Tell me any type!" Seeing that I hadn't spoken for a long time, Michael Jordan quickly prompted me.

"Find someone..." I searched for a long time but couldn't find it, and I couldn't find it in my heart.

"Find someone gentle and virtuous!" Jordan hit me under the table and said in a low voice.

"Find someone gentle and virtuous!" I said quickly.

"What are your requirements for the other person's appearance, career, height, weight?" Another reporter asked a question directly.

I've taken my life to death. I never thought about this. I didn't have any requirements for appearance, career, height, or weight. I was so dizzy.

I reached out and hit Jordan under the table, signaling him to prompt me. Jordan supported his forehead with one hand and scratched his bare head with the other, not even looking at me.

"I have a good appearance, a good career, a good height, and a good weight!" I gritted my teeth and said randomly.

"Ha!" Everyone laughed.

Collins kept patting his head, Jordan didn't dare to look at me, Iverson was laughing.

I've said the wrong thing again.

Seeing that the scene was a little out of control, the host quickly announced the end of the press conference. The reporters were all excited and walked away with arms around. They obtained the materials they wanted.

The front page headlines for sports and entertainment news the next morning were mine.

The report is reasonable and factual, and claims from all aspects that I am a homosexual. The narration on TV is accompanied by the scene of me stuttering answering questions, the scene of Jordan whispering beside me, and the scene of Jordan making small moves under the table.

After reading their reports, I even doubted whether I was a gay person.

An entertainment program also summarized: One of the most important reasons why Jordan chose me to be the No. 1 pick is that he may also be a gay person.

In the afternoon, my agent David Hunter told me: A gay club named "Really Love You" asked to buy my signature jersey.

I became famous! I became famous, and I became the idol of all homosexuals. I was crying without tears! When I read novels, people used the sentence "The match was 5 people" to fascinate everything and became David Stern's darling, but now no one comes to mention this sentence. Alas! To be honest, I don't believe that the sentence "The match was 5 people" can play any role, because countless people are talking about this sentence every year, but this is contrary to the NBA's usual star-making movement. If there is no superstar, there will be no market appeal, and there will be no fans to watch the game, tickets will be sold, and there will be no advertisements...

The game is really not about five people, but about a superstar. Even if there is no superstar, I have to create a superstar. Before I could react, I welcomed the greatest three-point shooter in NBA history, the most outstanding key gentleman in NBA history, and Michael Jordan's biggest enemy - Reggie Miller.

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Chapter completed!