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Chapter 726 - 310. Little Cannon: I regret it, I shouldn’t have shown off_3

Chapter 726: 310. Little Cannon: I regret it, I shouldn’t have shown off_3

Marbury had played for a month in the 98-99 season when he was traded from the Timberwolves to the Nets due to contract renewal disputes. After joining the Nets, he exploded, averaging 17.7 points and 9.3 assists in 18 games with the Timberwolves, and 23.4 points and 8.7 assists over the 31 games following his trade to the Nets. His performances featuring over 25 points and 20 assists were part of his flaming aftermath, and for a long time afterwards, he was compared with Iverson until the 00-01 season when Iverson pulled ahead.

The most explosive was Magic’s 32 points, 20 assists, and 11 rebounds, only surpassed by Chamberlain’s legendary triple 20 performance.

Due to Nash’s impressive game, even though the Suns lost, he was highly praised. Zhang Yang remembered clearly, Nash had 22 assists and 4 turnovers, while Paul this time was even tougher, with 22 assists and just two turnovers.

Paul became the eighth player since detailed data began to be recorded, to score at least 25 points and 20 assists in a game, and the third among active players.

They lost, certainly not satisfied, but in this game, Zhang Yang and Felton did their best, together scoring over 80. Their teammates also performed well, with Rondo achieving 6 points, 9 rebounds, and 7 assists, Mike Miller 12 points and 5 assists, Okafor 14 points, 10 rebounds, and 3 assists... It couldn’t get any better.

Sometimes you just encounter those incidents where you explode but the opponent explodes even crazier.

However, Zhang Yang was now puzzled. He turned to Felton, bowed his head, and asked, "Did they just win a regular-season game? Why are they so happy?"

Felton, seeing a group of people around Paul tossing him in the air, was also perplexed, "Yeah, they’re celebrating like they won the championship. It’s baffling."

Hill opened his mouth, didn’t say anything.

He felt that these two third-year prodigies on his team were probably unaware of their status in the eyes of their peer players... but perhaps that was for the better. These brothers were already flamboyant enough; they shouldn’t get carried away.

...

Zhang Yang had always struggled to sleep after a loss, trying forcibly to lie down and fall asleep, but that made things even worse instead of helping.

He simply accepted it now. If he couldn’t sleep, he wouldn’t. He would review and analyze what went wrong in the lost game and consider the strengths of the opponent to see if there was anything to learn.

Changing his thoughts slightly, instead of fixating on the loss, he surprisingly found himself getting sleepy. Previously, he couldn’t sleep before seeing the sky at four in the morning, now he was asleep before two...

The next morning at 7 a.m., Zhang Yang was woken up by knocking on the door.

Annoyed, he got out of bed to open the door, ready to show the person disturbing his peaceful sleep a bit of his karate skills... Eh?

Zhang Yang saw who it was and complained, "Boss, why aren’t you sleeping at this hour? Or did you go to a nightclub again and get robbed by the nightclub girl?"

Felton rolled his eyes and pointed at the man beside him, who was grinning ear to ear, and said, "You’re the one who got robbed again. This guy said he wants to treat us to breakfast!"

Zhang Yang stared at Paul for two seconds and resisted the urge to punch him, although he was sure he could land a few hits before the other would strike back; however, what if he got hit by a punch?

"No go. With the security in this place, I’d rather be hungry," he said.

Zhang Yang was about to close the door, but Paul firmly blocked it.

Paul, desperately trying to make a case: "The café I booked is in a wealthy area, not in those chaotic nightclub areas. It’s very safe."

Zhang Yang stared at Paul again for two seconds and said, "Alright, can we bring two more people?"

Paul: "Of course!"

Zhang Yang: "Boss, call Alan and Emeka!"

Felton instantly understood the little brother’s intent, made a gesture of losing the South Korean market, and joyfully went to wake Okafor.

Poor guy:?

Are Zhang San and Fatty, us close as they seem to be with the legendary aloof Chamberlain?

Half an hour later, a party of five arrived at the Garden District of St. Charles Avenue, one of the least hurricane-affected areas in New Orleans and one of the first to be rebuilt after the disaster.

The reason was simple, it’s New Orleans’s largest affluent neighborhood; almost all the tycoons you could name from newspapers and TV had properties here, and all the luxury brands anyone could name had stores here too.

The family restaurant Paul booked was in a large villa, with an elegant environment and a stylish decor, situated in a garden with freshly changed bouquets in the morning showing clear attention to detail; the prices on the menu were also quite impressive.

Living in a wealthy area doesn’t mean everyone is rich, or to be precise, not everyone has lots of liquid assets. Like some people who own highly valuable real estate but actually have little money, they must do business to earn enough to keep their homes from being taken by the tax authority.

As Zhang Yang expected, before they even ordered, Paul began to show off, pulling out a bunch of newspapers that were all praising his performance from last night’s game, 26 points, 22 assists.

Zhang Yang and Felton had foul expressions, Okafor was expressionless, and Alan Anderson was speechless...

Half an hour later, the smile gradually faded from Paul’s face and shifted to Zhang Yang and Felton.

Paul finally understood why Felton instantly got excited when Zhang Yang mentioned inviting Okafor.

He himself had a good appetite, Felton could eat well, Zhang Yang had a healthy appetite too, Alan Anderson’s intake was ordinary but still not comparable to a non-athlete... but Okafor alone ate more than the four of them combined!

The restaurant had a good location, a fine environment, and tasty dishes; as for the prices, they were indeed extravagant. A single appetizing soup cost a three-digit figure, and the portions of the dishes were pitifully small. Not to mention athletes, but even a regular person could easily spend hundreds just by sitting down.

Paul had prepared himself mentally to spend a few thousand dollars, to show off his victory and his 26 points and 22 assists to Zhang Yang, a fellow top player of his time, which would’ve been worth it.

But he did not expect to spend tens of thousands!

At that moment, he felt just like he did the night before last when a nightclub girl tricked him out and he was robbed of a ring worth tens of thousands of US dollars!

And this was just over a breakfast!

Paul: I really regret it, I shouldn’t have boasted. If only I hadn’t boasted...