The No.1 Anti-Fans in Basketball-Chapter 91 - 84: Trade (Two in One)_2

No way!

Hansen suddenly realized, he had always used alternate accounts, how did Swift know it was him?

As for the status updates on his main account, all they said was that the two were incompatible.

Could it be...

He hurriedly took out his phone to look.

Not checking would have been fine, but once he looked, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Damn it, his main account had actually made comments!

There were simply too many accounts, and he had switched to the main one by accident while switching between them.

Now, deleting the comments would be pointless, so he simply couldn’t be bothered anymore.

"You didn’t need to do that, it’ll just make more people slander you, it’s not worth it," Hansen said, after putting down his phone, trying to dissuade her.

Although Swift’s actions had gained him a significant number of haters during the game, just like before, it had a huge negative impact on Swift.

"I just like to do what I want to do, what others think is their business."

The car was about to take a right turn, Swift turned her head to check the rearview mirror, and Hansen saw a very natural expression on her face.

This character, it’s still as comfortable as before.

"Thank you for your concern," Swift continued, "but it’s really all the same, it doesn’t depend on what I do, but on whether they want to or not."

Hansen nodded subconsciously when he heard this.

Indeed, sometimes he didn’t need to do anything and the level of haters in the system would rise anyway.

Once a person becomes famous, some haters don’t even need a reason.

If it was like this for him, it was even more so for Swift.

"We’re here."

The car came to a stop.

Hansen got out of the car and saw a towering structure in front of him.

Three large pillars, probably housing observation elevators, and on top was a ring-shaped building, wrapped with a whole strip of red lights, looking like a sphere.

It did resemble the East Pearl Tower a bit, except it didn’t seem half as tall.

Swift also got out of the car, putting on a hat and glasses, wrapping a scarf around herself, hardly recognizable without a close look.

She opened the trunk and called out to Hansen.

Hansen’s focus returned, and walking over to the trunk, he found a photography bag.

Upon seeing Swift signaling for him to take it, he hesitated: "I’m not very good at taking photos."

If he were any good at it, he wouldn’t have been girlfriend-less in his last life.

Should he call Rondo now?

"Just help me carry it," Swift said with a laugh at Hansen’s uneasy expression.

She still looked really good when she laughed.

Upon hearing this, Hansen picked up the photography bag, realizing it was somewhat heavy, apparently containing more than just a camera.

Carrying the gear, they walked on for a bit.

Even though it was already past 10 PM, there were still quite a few people here, even queuing up.

Hansen glanced at the name of the building: Reunion Tower.

The name had a nice ring to it.

They bought tickets, and on the back was a brief introduction to Reunion Tower: built in 1978, the entire tower is 171 meters tall, ranked the 15th tallest in Dallas, with three levels at the top, though only the lowest level, the Geo-Deck observation deck, is open to the public.

As the observation elevator ascended, Dallas unfolded before him like a woman undressing, shedding layer after layer, revealing her most raw and beautiful form.

Reaching the top, they entered the observation deck.

Perhaps to allow for a better view of the night scenery, the interior lighting was also quite dim.

And the whole observation deck allowed a 360° unobstructed full-circle view overlooking the night scene of Dallas.

Hansen was somewhat captivated by the view too.

Being in the midst of it during the day did not feel very remarkable, but from this height, looking down upon the city with its stretched-out, dimly-lit panorama was indeed extraordinarily tasteful.

It was at that moment Swift called him.

After he put down the photography bag and Swift opened it, she began setting up a tripod; it was a long lens.

After setting everything up, Swift took off her sunglasses and scarf and began to shoot the night scene, becoming particularly focused at this moment.

They say people are most beautiful when they are focused, and in this moment, Swift’s side profile was outlined by the soft light, creating a unique beauty.

Hansen couldn’t help but take out his phone and capture this scene.

He pressed the camera button, a click sound followed by a flash.

Clearly, it wasn’t from Hansen.

Hansen turned his head and saw someone with a camera quickly making an escape.

Even though Swift had done plenty of cover-up work, she still couldn’t evade these paparazzi.

Hansen thought about chasing after him.

"Let him go, come take a look here," Swift seemed to be used to it, smiling as she moved aside.

Hearing this, Hansen turned back, knelt on one knee, and leaned in to see that the camera was aimed at the main road of the street.

The constant flow of cars moved like a river of lights, with Cowboys Stadium, which they had just left, at the end of the river, brightly lit up like a sea.

"It’s beautiful."

Swift, she was good at photography.

Coming down from Reunion Tower, both of their moods were quite good.

"How did you come to love photography?" Swift’s photography was obviously different from Rondo’s photography.

"A way to relax from stress, how do you usually release stress?" Swift also asked Hansen.

Hansen shook his head, not really having a way.

Unless the occasional night out with Conningham to satisfy physical needs didn’t count.

"I’m envious of you, your current state reminds me of my early songwriting days, but I still suggest you pick up a hobby, you’ll need it later."

Swift started the car as she spoke.

Hansen stroked his chin, how about he picked up fishing again?

It just so happened that Cleveland was also a port city.

Because of an event at seven in the morning, Swift drove straight to the airport.

Before leaving, Swift did three things.

The first thing was having Hansen drive the car to a specific location, where her driver was waiting to take him back to the hotel;

The second thing was telling Hansen that the phone to call her on was her private phone ("You now have my private contact information");

The third thing was that she promised to bake a cake for Hansen the next time they met.

Just like last time, it wasn’t until Swift had left that Hansen gradually came back to his senses.

Was what they just had a date? Or just a friends’ get-together?

Or perhaps, was Swift fishing?

The next day, when Hansen woke up in the hotel, his blackmail value had risen by more than thirty thousand.

Although because of the lighting, the photo taken by the paparazzi yesterday wasn’t very clear, leading many people to be unsure if the man in the photo was him.

But it was like six degrees of separation with fans; it’s not about how much you have, but what they think you have.

Even if the image wasn’t clear, the previous rumors between Hansen and Swift, combined with it being NBA All-Star weekend night, made it believable even if it wasn’t.

At this moment, Hansen’s feelings were a bit complex.

It seemed that every time he met with Swift, he could earn a good amount of blackmail value.

If he really dated Swift, wouldn’t he be able to just lay back and relax?

But soon he shook his head again.

If that were true, it wouldn’t be love but a "trade."

Just like he didn’t choose to announce his retirement from the national team a year early because of the blackmailers, nor did he choose to use phrases like "bathing in Scarlett’s bathwater" as a way to earn blackmail value during the All-Star game, he had a set of his own principles, or a bottom line.

If it were for blackmail value without any limits, then what essential difference would he have from James?

Not long after Hansen finished the All-Star game and returned to Cleveland, the League revealed a blockbuster tripartite trade. freёwebnoѵel.com

The Wizards sent Antoine Jamison and Drew Gooden, receiving Al Thornton, Brian Skinner, Ilgauskas, and a future first-round pick from the Cavaliers;

The Clippers sent Al Thornton, Sebastian Telfair, and Brian Skinner, receiving Drew Gooden;

The Cavaliers sent Ilgauskas and a future first-round pick, receiving Antoine Jamison and Telfair.