When Tang Tian saw the news reports the next day, a look of surprise crossed his face.
To be honest, he had never really considered Durant a friend. He had only done what a good boss would do for an employee.
But Durant had come to see him as a friend.
That shift had happened rather quickly.
But after thinking it over, Tang Tian could understand it.
Durant had played in the NBA for so many years, yet the number of players he was close to could be counted on one hand.
There were Lawson and Beasley, whom he had known since his teenage years, then George and Ibaka after entering the NBA, plus Curry. That was it.
Westbrook had once counted as one too, but after Durant joined the enemy, they became enemies. Even after reconciling, they could only be brothers on the surface.
In other words, Durant's desire for recognition from others largely came from a lack of love.
Ever since Tang Tian had recruited him to the Pelicans, everything he did—the World Cup, the start of the season, the All-Star Game, the Playoffs—had been to help him.
Everyone had different personalities and upbringings, and their need for the "love" offered by the outside world varied as well.
Durant felt that this had already reached the level of "love," so he began treating Tang Tian as a friend.
After realizing that, Tang Tian felt somewhat flattered. It was the first time anyone had treated him like this.
But since Durant saw him as a friend, he would treat Durant as a friend too.
Everyone in this league was a multimillionaire or even billionaire, and that meant many of them acted according to their own personalities and put themselves first.
People like Durant were rare, but that was not