"You wear a fine suit but have cheap shoes, you look like a country hick, a clean and tidy hick with a touch of taste. Good nutrition makes you tall and strong, but you're still the descendant of poor white people, right, Coach Larry Bird? You try desperately to shake off your accent, the pure Indiana cornfield accent. Dear, what do your parents do? Farmers operating combines in the cornfields, or butchers hammering cows to death? You try to cover your deep inferiority with arrogance, you don't want to marry a country girl, have seven or eight kids, and follow your ancestors' life on the farm. You dream of escaping and joining the NBA~."
Bird looked at Gan Guoyang as if he was a monster, and said, "Don't tell me you're Dr. Hannibal, f**k you, I'm done. Let Rick be the head coach, I don't want to be eaten by you."
