Famous NBA

Chapter 66 Streets of New York, Broadway
"The next Pistons and Suns, you don't have to fight, take turns, and prepare for the game against the Warriors." Back in the locker room, Young was pulled aside by Brett Brown.

"This is the request from above." Faced with questioning gazes, Brett Brown still explained.

"Okay, but I won't go back to Philadelphia with you, I'm going to New York."

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On January 1th, at 25:8 a.m., LaGuardia Airport in New York.

"Fortunately, I came to New York, otherwise I really wouldn't dare to come to LaGuardia." Yang He easily found the person who came to pick him up while pushing the suitcase.

"Everyone knows the high failure rate and high cancellation rate."

"By the way, Quinn, why did you ask me to come to New York? It's so mysterious."

"Someone wants to meet you, but they don't want the media to know."

"Okay, then I'll depend on you for how to get going today." Since Cook didn't say anything, Yang wouldn't ask too much.

"That's not right, Jian Jian's birthday is next month, and I have to decide what gift to give her."

"No problem, it won't take 2.3 hours to see him."

"Go to...hotel"

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, after reading all the Instagrams he wanted to see and the ones he didn't want to see, Yang found Quinn Cook in the hotel gym.

"Go out for a stroll after running?" Looking at Cook on the treadmill, Yang suggested a stroll.

"I have to run again, and the Canton Swordsmen don't have many games, so I have to keep fit."

"Well, call me when you're done practicing."

03:30 p.m., on the streets of Manhattan, New York

"Smells good, Langos?"

"I'll go see what it is."

"Sour cream and cheese, goodbye, I like the smell. No matter how low I am in carbohydrates, I can't eat this thing, it will affect my fate every minute." I smelled the delicious aroma within 10 minutes after walking out of the hotel.

"When your fans see your image, they must take off their fans."

"I just like it, not love, so I don't have to possess it."

After smelling it for a while, Yang turned around and left the shop.

"This tastes good too, Taco. It's pork, and it's still fried. It seems that you still can't eat it."

Walked for a while.When the two found the shops lined up again, the high heat generated by pork and frying became the second "blocker".

After turning a few streets but finding nothing, Yang and Quinn also put down their footsteps and began to slowly watch the skyscrapers in New York...

When turning to a broad street again, Yang found a small change:

The previous streets were full of people in twos and threes, but here there was a lot of traffic, which seemed very lively.

"It turned out to be an open-air market!" After asking a passerby, Yang and Cook finally knew the reason for the crowd.

After glancing at the clothing section, the two went straight to the fruit section next to it

"Raspberry? Did I buy some?" Although he didn't know when it would be available, Yang decided to buy some to try.

"Try it and see how it tastes, don't jump to conclusions."

"You'd better taste it!" After getting a look of permission from the shopkeeper, Yang put a raspberry in Quinn Cook's mouth.

"Not bad, you really have a unique vision once in a while!"

"you……"

"Think about the apples two years ago, the bananas a year ago, and the almonds half a year ago." Quinn Cook knows Young's background better than anyone else.

"Okay, we're going to look at other things. We won't discuss the fruit anymore." When people need to admit cowardice, they have to admit cowardice.

Yang couldn't be more clear about this truth.

Walked through several areas one after another,

"It's so fragrant! It's the smell of fried pasta." Yang's taste nerves urged his legs to move in the right direction.

"This is it." Walking to an inconspicuous "storefront" and smelling the surrounding smell carefully, Yang was sure that it was the scent he smelled at the intersection.

"Beef, shrimp, chicken, tomato, I can eat them all. I can eat carrots and onions occasionally. It's not a big problem. It seems that I can eat delicious food." Looking at the menu on the side, Yang finally showed a happy smile.

"I need a stir-fried pasta with beef, shrimp, tomato and onion as the ingredients. No seasoning is needed, just fry it for me." As the previous customer left, Yang walked up to him and began to tell him what he wanted.

"No problem, just wait by the side for a while."

"I'll wait for you at the seat next to me, and come as soon as you finish shopping." The two people made eye contact almost unimpeded.

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"The child is so happy to play, so carefree." As soon as he sat next to Quinn Cook, Yang heard him sigh.

"If the child is not happy, the pressure in this world is too great."

"That's right, the pressure should not be passed on to them. They are coming towards you with a basketball in their arms. It seems that they are your fans."

"Help me sign it, brother, I'm your fan."

"Do you want to write some blessings?" Seeing Yang, a fan in grades 6 and 7, was also very happy.

"That's fine, I'm satisfied with my signature, but I still hope to have a pair of your signature sneakers."

"How about sending them to you as soon as I have my signature shoes? What's your name?"

"My name is Towan. You don't need to send it to me. I will take the whole family to Philadelphia to cheer for you."

"By the way, the other party didn't arrange dinner, right?" After Towan left, Yang recalled the other party's situation again.

"No, he just said he was going to watch a musical on Broadway tonight and gave me a box ticket."

"Okay, let's go to the market after I finish eating, it's too early to go now." Looking at the start time of the opera, Yang ate pasta even more slowly.

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seven o'clock in the evening
Although it was said not to go too early, Yang, who thought he was upright, came to the theater an hour earlier
because it's really early
Except for a few audiences on the ground floor, the theater was empty above the middle floor.

After entering the box, Yang flipped through the materials of the performance

<< miserable world >>

Adapted from the novel of the same name by the French writer Victor Hugo...

After browsing two lines, Yang lost the idea of ​​continuing to read.

because
He's not a top student, he's just here to meet people
learn so much what to do

Let's take a look at Tiffany's official website, Jane's birthday is much more important than this musical
An hour soon came to an end, and the thousands of seats in the hall were almost full
"Is he here?" With the actors of the musical that Yang didn't know had completed their roles, Yang still asked Cook about his current situation.

"Arrived 5 minutes after the start, he said he had to be careful with reporters."

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"He's here." Yang, who didn't focus on the musical at all, when he saw a tall figure entering the stage, he knew it was his guest.

　Please recommend, collect, and reward, although I am not demanding, but at least I have to earn back my 12 yuan printing money.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)