Passing by an oversized pool, Chen Yu met Hardaway in the spacious living room.
Chen Yu was no stranger to Hardaway.
In the American basketball world, and even the broader sports world, he was among the top echelon of stars.
When Hardaway shot to stardom with the Magic, Chen Yu had seen him play during an away game. His impression of the player was one of pure passion. Tall and lanky, he would glide past defenders with fluid ball-handling, either finishing with a spectacular dunk or making a creative pass that would leave you breathless.
But now, Chen Yu frowned.
Hardaway was slumped in a large sofa. Even though it was already noon, he was still in his pajamas. His left knee was wrapped up tightly, and his face was covered in stubble, looking like he hadn't shaved in days.
He was a handsome man, but at the moment, he was the very picture of dejection.
