"Well, Xue, this draft, the media estimates how many picks you will be in?" Harden asked on his own initiative.

"The media predicted that I would lose the election." Xue Ding's answer was still very confident and powerful. He didn't know that the scouts raised his draft expectations.

Harden and DeRozan said at the same time: "MMP"

Seeing Xue Ding say this, DeRozan and Harden, who were originally confident, were bound to enter the lottery, felt a little pressure.

Classmate Xue, you are so awesome, will you still lose the election?

Is the current NBA competitive employment pressure really so great?

DeRozan stood up, and he couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted to go to the toilet to ease... and let the water go easily, otherwise he would easily feel depressed.

"Then which team do you want to go to?" Harden asked.

"I can do it. Whoever wants me, I will go." Xue Ding only needs a job and will be selected first.

"Xue, your answer is also stressed out to me." Harden replied.

Harden has never seen someone who is so awesome and has placed his position so low.

Is this a show of pretending? It shouldn't be that Xue Ding's eyes are obviously what I think, which makes people feel very sincere!

"Hey, don't worry, at least the top three! I'm optimistic about you."

"Yes! Haha, I feel so!"
Chapter completed!