"You don't have to play the next Pistons and Suns. Take turns and prepare for the game against the Warriors." Back in the locker room, Young was pulled aside by Brett Brown.

"This is a requirement from above." Faced with questioning looks, Brett Brown explained.

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

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January 25, 8 a.m., New York LaGuardia Airport.

"Fortunately, I came to New York, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to come to LaGuardia." Yang He easily spotted the person who came to pick him up while pushing his suitcase.

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

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

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

"Okay, then I'll count on you how to leave today." Since Cook didn't say anything, Yang wouldn't ask any more questions.

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

"No problem, it won't take 23 hours to meet him."

"Go to... hotel"

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, after watching everything he wanted to see and what he didn't want to see, Young found Quinn Cook in the hotel gym.

"Go for a walk after running?" Cook and Young suggested a walk while looking at the treadmill.

"I still have to run one more time. The Canton Swordsmen don't have many competitions, so I have to maintain my condition."

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

Three thirty in the afternoon, on the streets of Manhattan, New York

"It smells so good, ngos?"

"I'll go see what it is."

"Goodbye sour cream and cheese, my favorite fragrance. No matter how short of carbohydrates I am, I can't eat this stuff. It affects my destiny every minute." I smelled the delicious fragrance within ten minutes of leaving the hotel.

"Your fans will definitely lose their fans when they see this image of you."

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

After smelling the smell, Yang turned around and left the store.

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

After walking for a while, the two found a queue of shops again. The high heat generated by pork and deep-frying became the second "stumbling block".

After walking around a few streets without finding anything, Yang and Quinn also put down their steps and began to slowly look at the skyscrapers in New York...

When he turned onto a wide street again, Yang discovered a small change:

The streets before were filled with people in twos and threes, but here there was a lot of traffic, making it very lively.

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

After taking a look at the clothing area, the two went straight to the fruit area next to it.

"Raspberries? Did I buy some?" Although he didn't know when it would be on the market, Yang decided to buy some and try it after discovering it.

"Try it and see how it tastes. Don't rush to conclusions."

"You better try it!" After getting a look of permission from the shop owner, Young put a raspberry to Quinn Cook's mouth.

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

"you……"

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

"Okay, let's go see something else. Let's not talk about fruit." When people need to give in, they have to give in.

Yang is very clear about this truth.

Walking through several areas one after another,

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

"This is it." He walked to an inconspicuous "store" and smelled the surrounding smell carefully. Yang was sure that this was the fragrance he smelled at the intersection.

"I can eat beef, shrimp, chicken, tomatoes, carrots and onions. I can eat them occasionally. It's not a big problem. It seems I can eat the delicious food." Looking at the menu placed aside, Yang finally showed his happiness.

smile.

"I need a stir-fried pasta. The ingredients are beef, shrimp, tomatoes and onions. No seasoning is needed. Just fry it for me." As the previous customer left, Yang walked up and started to tell him his own.

Require.

"No problem, just wait nearby for a while."

"I'll wait for you at the seat next to you. I'll come right after you finish your shopping." The two people made eye contact, almost without any hindrance.

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"The kids are having so much fun, so carefree." As soon as he sat down next to Quinn Cook, Yang heard his sigh.

"If a child is unhappy, the world will be too stressful."

"Yes, the pressure should not be passed on to them. They are holding basketballs and coming towards you. It seems they are your fans."

"Sign your name for me, brother, I am your fan."

"Would you like to write some blessings?" Yang was also very happy to see fans in grades 6 and 7.

"That's enough. A signature is enough, but I still hope to have a pair of your signature sneakers."

"When I get my signature shoes, how about sending them to you as soon as possible? What's your name?"

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

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

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

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

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seven o'clock in the evening

Although he was told not to go too early, Yang, who was very vocal and upright, came to the theater an hour early.

Because it's really early

Except for a few spectators on the ground floor, the theater was completely empty above the middle floor.

After entering the box, Yang flipped through the information about this performance

"Les Miserables"

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

After browsing two lines, Yang no longer had the idea to continue reading.

because

He's not a top student, he's just here to meet people

Know so much about what to do

Let’s take a look at Tiffany’s official website. Jane’s birthday is much more important than this musical.

The hour quickly came to an end, and almost all the thousands of seats in the hall were filled.

"Is he here?" As the musical actors, whom Yang didn't recognize, had finished taking their seats, Yang still asked Cook about his current situation.

"Arrived five minutes after it started and he said he had to be careful with reporters."

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Chapter completed!