Chapter 120: The Great Battle Against the Two Camerons

During the day, He Xinghui trained vigorously in the gymnasium. At night, his exertions continued in bed.

Diaz took the initiative to visit him, and he found it impossible to turn her away.

Western women were simply so uninhibited.

Since their last entanglement, Diaz had been teasing him from time to time.

However, He Xinghui was either playing basketball or training, leaving him no time to accept Diaz’s invitations.

But after He Xinghui scored 82 points in a single game, Diaz finally could no longer resist and appeared at his door unannounced.

There was no way she could withstand the charm of such a man.

Eighty-two points in one game, defeating the league leader, dunking over Ragabell, scoring free throws with his back turned...

These feats without exception had Diaz utterly captivated.

She wanted to know if He Xinghui was just as bold in bed.

“@#￥&%￥#@……”

Whew...

“Cameron, let’s call it a night. Tomorrow, I have to go up against another Cameron for a full 48 minutes,” He Xinghui said.

After their intense encounter, Cameron Diaz seemed somewhat addicted.

Once was not enough; she wanted more.

Normally, He Xinghui would never back down.

But today, he genuinely felt drained—the training during the day had been exhausting.

Moreover, tomorrow he had to fly to Denver to play an away game against Carmelo Anthony.

That Cameron was no pushover either.

“No, on the court, you might occasionally falter, but in bed, you can’t say no,” Diaz said with a sly smile.

“Please spare me—I’m still a kid...” He Xinghui groaned.

After their marathon 48-minute showdown, He Xinghui finally completed his mission.

“Now my games are all back-to-back,” He Xinghui complained.

“Do you want to turn back-to-back into back-to-back-to-back?” Diaz teased.

Are you a devil?

He Xinghui immediately fled to another room, swearing never to engage in a so-called back-to-back-to-back again.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, at Charlize Theron’s residence.

Theron held an empty wine glass, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.

Connolly approached and refilled her glass, saying, “He’s incredible—82 points in a single game. I think he’ll surpass Kobe in skill and fame. Newspapers and the internet are flooded with his news, and several actresses openly declare they’re his fans.”

“......”

Charlize wanted to explain to Connolly that there was nothing special between her and He Xinghui.

But the words caught in her throat.

At first, she truly felt nothing for He Xinghui.

She even thought he was silly because of some of his seemingly foolish actions.

But during the Clippers versus Lakers game, He Xinghui displayed unparalleled charisma on the court.

Those spectacular shots inspired admiration, even reverence.

In that moment, Theron’s perception of He Xinghui shifted.

After that game, she wouldn’t mind going on a date with him to get to know him better.

What surprised her, however, was that He Xinghui never brought up dating again after that match, as if he had forgotten.

It made her both angry and amused.

If He Xinghui didn’t mention it, Theron was reluctant to bring it up herself; she didn’t want to appear too eager.

She thought the matter was over.

But then He Xinghui’s performance on the court improved continuously, and the news never stopped.

She too gained a fair amount of attention and traffic by association.

Only after He Xinghui’s explosive 82-point game yesterday, shaking the entire entertainment circle, did Charlize realize this man was truly extraordinary.

And she found herself harboring a faint resentment toward He Xinghui for not mentioning dating.

She was no longer a young girl just discovering love; she knew what those feelings meant.

She had to admit she was very interested in He Xinghui.

Even if not for romance, she wanted to have deeper exchanges.

“Charlize, I think you should take a more proactive approach. After all, your competition is much more forward—like Diaz,” Connolly reminded her.

“Whatever,” Charlize replied coolly, but as a woman herself, Connolly wasn’t easily fooled.

...

The next day, the 27th.

Early in the morning, He Xinghui boarded a plane with his teammates, bound for Denver, Colorado.

Once on the plane, He Xinghui immediately fell asleep.

“Well, I recognize that look—just like when Kaman spent a night partying at a nightclub,” Kassel said shrewdly, instantly guessing the cause of He Xinghui’s fatigue.

“Sam, don’t say that—it has nothing to do with me,” Kaman protested.

“Who else could it be? Charlize? Diaz? Pattis? Or that reporter Lucy?” Mobley listed the possibilities.

“Don’t say it, don’t say it, Katino, I beg you—whoever it is, I’m jealous and heartbroken,” Kaman grumbled.

His sentiments echoed those of the group.

For millionaires like them, getting women was easy, a matter of a few hundred or a thousand dollars.

But finding high-quality women was difficult.

Women like Charlize and Diaz, who had wealth and fame themselves, were completely out of their league.

Even Lucy and Pattis were hard to attract unless they were willing to spend tens of thousands on the spot.

Pattis was a high-earning woman who didn’t need to sell herself and was particular about the men she chose.

Kassel and the others were obviously not Pattis’s type.

In short, it was a sad topic, and Kassel wisely stopped there.

Upon arriving in Denver, they checked into the hotel, then went to the arena to acclimate and prepare for the evening’s game.

Meanwhile, a breaking news story emerged.

Someone had secretly photographed Diaz entering He Xinghui’s residence late at night and not leaving until dawn.

Moreover, there were photos showing He Xinghui looking listless.

These two details were enough for reporters to spin a story.

“Diaz stays overnight at He’s house—suspected to have gone at it until dawn. He looks exhausted—does he still have the energy to face Anthony?”

Once published, the story’s clicks surged dramatically.

Although He Xinghui had many past rumors, none had ever been confirmed, frustrating countless onlookers.

Now, there was credible evidence to dig into.

When someone becomes famous, even their bathroom breaks attract curiosity, let alone their romantic life.

He Xinghui was now burning bright with fame, and among his countless fans were an endless number of nosy bystanders.

Compared to the game, they were far more interested in He Xinghui’s gossip.

By evening, before the game began, this news had become so popular that even He Xinghui himself was aware of it.

“He, if you mess up this game, don’t blame us for being harsh,” the Clippers players surrounded He Xinghui, clearly teasing him.

There was no helping it—what He Xinghui had done was just too envy-inducing.