Dute's brows furrowed slightly as he heard this.
Because he had happened to do both of those things himself.
He had been only seventeen or eighteen at the time, young and reckless.
And one of his friends had just started dating a girl.
She was lively and cheerful, warm and outgoing.
Deng Dute had been attracted to her the moment he laid eyes on her.
Though he had struggled with his feelings, in the end he couldn't suppress them.
He pursued the girl behind his brother's back, and she was the sort of girl who was fairly open-minded.
In the end, he got together with her behind his brother's back. When his brother found out that he'd been betrayed by both his girlfriend and his best friend, he was consumed by fury and shame.
After getting drunk one night, he got into a car accident and died on the spot!
From that day on, Deng Dute had carried a deep sense of guilt, one that would probably follow him for the rest of his life.
And it had become his weakness.
Whenever someone brought up anything like betraying a friend, even if they weren't talking about him, he still felt a faint sting in his heart.
Part of the reason he had come to the NBA was that he wanted to get away from his hometown, far from the place where he had betrayed his brother.
He had never imagined that, even thousands of miles from home, someone would bring it up in front of him.
Thinking of this, he fell silent.
And for the next couple of minutes, he seemed distracted on the court.
He failed to hold on to a rebound that was right in his hands;
A teammate passed him the ball, but after catching it, he