"Clap~!"
"Clap~ Clap~!"
A burst of applause suddenly rang out, snapping the two of them out of their blissful moment.
Only then did Yin Guo realize they were on a plane and everyone else was watching them. She looked so embarrassed that she didn't know how to react.
Wang Yue gave the well-wishers a polite smile in return, then said with a laugh, "Sorry for the trouble, everyone."
"You're Wang Yue, aren't you?"
The others returned his friendly smile and went back to minding their own business. But one person kept watching them, then asked curiously.
Wang Yue nodded and studied the man. He was certain he'd never seen him before, so he asked, puzzled, "And you are?"
"Just call me Tom. I've watched you play."
The suited man looked at Wang Yue with an air of absolute determination that made Wang Yue feel a little awkward.
There were plenty of foreigners named Tom. That name alone wouldn't be enough to identify him. Still, the old man was looking at Wang Yue as if he'd just discovered a treasure chest.
After a brief moment's thought, Wang Yue ventured, "Mr. Tom, you're in basketball, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't know who I am."
"You don't recognize me? Seems like we're not your first consideration!" Tom shook his head and said regretfully, "Tom Thibodeau, coach of the Knicks. It's a pleasure to meet you, Wang Yue."
Wang Yue heard Thibodeau's complaint and had been about to explain, but when he heard that, he quickly said, "So it's you, Tom! You can't blame me. We Chinese are used to calling you Thibodeau. As for Tom, there are just too many people named Tom in the United States."
Thibodeau finally understood. He seized the opportunity to ask hopefully, "So, are you interested in joining us