"... The 2025 NBA Draft, the 60th overall pick, the Portland Trail Blazers' selection is..."
Xiao Hua's voice sounded again, with a calmness that had settled down, as if he was just reading an insignificant footnote. The 60th pick, the last spot, a garbage pick in garbage time. Who will remember the last person chosen? History will only remember the No. 1 Pick, the No. 2 Pick, and those talented players, while the last pick is just a make-up symbol at the end of a long list, a backdrop forgotten in a corner, doomed to struggle at the end of the bench or even be cut off soon.
I closed my eyes and prepared myself for the complete darkness and the overwhelming self-questioning and ridicule that would follow. On the domestic live broadcast platform, those dazzling barrages seemed to have jumped out in advance: "Sure enough, I lost the draft!" "Where is the mysterious guard who boasted about the sky?" "Not everyone can enter the NBA. Let's face the reality!" After clicking on the WeChat voice sent by the mother cautiously, there was a hesitant silence and an inaudible sigh. The father's face looked even older under the dim light, the light extinguished in his eyes... All the images were intertwined into a huge, suffocating web.
"... Lin Feng! From China!"
