" . . . Really, he's a good man. I like him very much because he always helps others, but the person who needs help the most is him. I want to help him, I don't know how to do it. I think he likes Kobe, I mean who doesn't like Kobe . . . "
The white child, who was clearly not good at communicating, began to talk in a confused way. He at last seemed to lose himself, becoming more and more anxious until he was almost ready to cry.
Li Du raised his hand and patted him on the head. "Don't worry, what do you want to say? I'm listening attentively."
He could not hear him clearly, and the cheers around the court were loud. The surrounding was noisy .
The white child gulped. "I don't know what to say. Would you like to come with me? Please, I should help Bruce."
Li Du laughed and said, "Okay, okay, what's your name? I'd like to go with you."