The buzzing of his phone woke Chen Yu up.
He felt a weight on his chest.
Groggy, he opened his eyes to find a hairy leg pressing down on him.
It was Tracy McGrady's. He was sprawled out on the floor, and if it weren't for the rise and fall of his chest, Chen Yu would have thought he was dead.
Annoyed, Chen Yu shoved the leg off and pulled his phone from his pocket.
It was a call from Brian.
"Hello."
Chen Yu answered the call and sat up, struggling to piece together his memories of last night.
It had been a wild party, that much was certain.
Alcohol, women, music, shouting—it was all a chaotic blur.
Chen Yu spotted Hill in a corner.
He was curled up on the sofa, still clutching the Finals MVP Trophy.
He wouldn't even let it go in his sleep.
"Chen, there's progress on the Sean trade," Brian said over the phone.
The mention of Sean—that is, Livingston—made Chen Yu a little more alert, but his head was still splitting.
