"Sigh..."
Wilson Chandler slumped onto the floor, head drooping, sorrow written all over his face.
"What's wrong, Wilson?"
McGrady asked.
"Hey, man!"
Tyson exclaimed in surprise. "Such a cheerful guy—why the long face all of a sudden? You look ready to fall apart!"
Su Yan was curious too.
Curry leaned back in his chair, popcorn mode activated.
"Sigh..."
Wilson Chandler sighed again and lamented, "Remember that sales rep I met at Adidas?
Love at first sight.
That same night I asked her out, we slept together, and after that we kept chatting nonstop—things were hot and heavy!
I bought her clothes, bags, took her to dinners and trips, and she clung to me like a needy kitten.
I was so happy.
I was in love; I felt blissful!"
"Holy shit!"
McGrady cursed, sensing trouble.
Wilson went on, "But... only half a month later, she dumped me."
"Why do you say that?"
David Lee asked, curious.
Wilson clenched his fists, visibly angry. "Because... she posted intimate photos with another guy on social media.
I did some digging.
The man's a small-time tycoon—way richer than me.
That damn bald geezer must have lured my baby away with money; it's unforgivable!"
Isn't it possible she only dated you because you kept spending money on her?!
Su Yan thought to himself.
Of course,
a man in love has an IQ of zero and can't see that.
"Did she officially break up with you?" Curry asked.
"Not yet!"
Wilson shook his head and glanced at the time. "But it's been three days, two hours, thirty-four minutes and twenty-six seconds since she last replied.
She's ghosting me.
She must have fallen out of love."
Everyone: ???
Dude... counting that precisely?
Classic lovesick brain.
"If she hasn't said it outright, it's not certain. Maybe she's busy with work—you know sales can be hectic.
Wilson, don't overthink it; reach out and ask her directly!" Curry comforted him.
"No way!"
Wilson shook his head vigorously, utterly downcast. "If she were really busy, I wouldn't mind.
But
she won't answer me yet she's posting updates with that guy and liking and commenting on our mutual friends' posts.
It means she's on her phone the whole time.
She's just... not replying to me."
"Uh..."
Curry was lost for words.
"If you're already in a relationship, the intention is pretty clear..." David Lee stated the truth.
"It shouldn't be like this!"
Wilson clutched his head, face twisted in pain. "We were so in love; how could she change her heart so easily?
That bald bastard must have slipped her something and messed with her head."
Uh... there's a real chance she's simply a gold-digger who found a richer guy.
Money's all that matters.
Su Yan shrugged and kept the snark to himself—saying it aloud would be too brutal.
While they were talking,
Wilson's phone chimed.
"That's my baby's special tone!"
Wilson shouted excitedly.
He'd set a custom alert, and hope flared again.
But the message read: [Let's break up].
Just five icy words.
The heart that had been hanging finally flat-lined.
Normally he'd ramble nonstop even while heartbroken, but now he fell silent—only crushing grief could shut him up.
David Lee peeked at the screen, gave everyone a confirming look; they all understood instantly.
"We're screwed,"
Su Yan murmured.
He knew that for a love-brain like Wilson, a cliff-edge breakup would shatter him.
"Should've never taken him to that Adidas event."
Su Yan regretted it.
"Uh..."
McGrady rubbed his chin, thought a moment, and said, "Wilson, no need to be so upset.
Breakups happen.
The moment she posted that photo, you should've stopped caring."
"Why?"
Wilson's eyes were vacant. "We were so good together; I still think..."
"Every new couple looks perfect."
McGrady cut him off coolly. "She posted that picture, which means those two aren't first-timers.
They probably knew each other long ago.
Maybe... even before she met you. She was likely just playing with you,
squeezing your wallet dry.
Once she felt you were out of cash, she booted you.
Don't mourn; drop it fast.
While you're still unable to let go, someone else has already moved in—what's there to grieve about?"
???
Damn, well said!
Su Yan couldn't help giving McGrady a thumbs-up.
Wilson froze, eyes reddening.
McGrady glanced at him and shrugged. "She's just a sales rep—worth waiting three days for a reply?!
Worth crying over for three days?
In that time a pro could've scored a home run with the next girl already!"
???
Brilliant!
Su Yan was impressed.
Wilson saw the light, wiped away tears and snot. "Shit! You're right.
Losing me is her loss.
I'd stay faithful.
Once that bald geezer gets bored he'll dump her, and then she'll regret it."
"Exactly."
McGrady smiled, glad the kid could learn. "Before we marry, we ought to sample different tasty abalone!!!"
Su Yan: ???
One dirty line after another.
McGrady, I'll never believe those huge eye-bags are from sleep again!
"I get it!"
Wilson dried his tears, smacked his butt and stood up.
After McGrady's wake-up call he was officially over her.
And it worked wonders.
Seeing that, Su Yan added with a grin, "Wilson, every encounter is a gift from heaven.
Don't fixate on the outcome.
Having had it is enough.
Enjoy the memory.
Don't overthink—because the next sweet fling is right around the corner!!!"
"Mm-hmm."
Wilson was fully enlightened.
"Practice time! Practice time! A bunch of dudes wasting daylight over some chick!"
Tyson stood up, clapping loudly.
"Hahaha!"
McGrady laughed as he rose. "Exactly—practice. This year we're charging into the Playoffs, into the Eastern Conference Finals, maybe even... the championship."
"The... championship?"
Rookie Curry's eyes blazed at the word!!!
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