NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

Chapter 118 The Sad White Warcraft
A moment after the staff member left, two Chinese people walked towards Wang Yi.

A cameraman, and a female reporter.

"Hello, I'm Zuo Xiao, a Los Angeles reporter just sent by the Tencent NBA."

The female reporter was slightly shy, but she still reached out to shake Wang Yi's hand.

Wang Yi was taken aback.

Originally, the person who came to Staples to interview today was supposed to be another female reporter named Chao Meng.

Unexpectedly, a newcomer will come.

Look carefully at Zuo Xiao.

I saw that her clothes are in line with oriental aesthetics.

Especially a white short-sleeved upper body and a pleated skirt lower body.

Elegant yet youthful and lively.

It kind of feels like the little girl next door.

Zuo Xiao said to Wang Yi:
"Tencent NBA decided to send team reporters, so I was sent here."

Wang Yi understood, nodded and said:

"Oh, you will be responsible for reporting on the Lakers in the future."

Tencent NBA sent team reporters to many teams, responsible for reporting everything about these teams.

This is not surprising either.

Zuo Xiao shook his head and said:

"It's not reporting on the Lakers, it's reporting on you, Brother Yi."

Wang Yi was taken aback: "Huh?"

To tell the truth, he was slightly flattered.

He remembered that when Yao Ming entered the NBA, there would be a special team of reporters in China to report on Yao Ming.

I didn't expect that I could have my own exclusive reporter now.

Of course, the reporter covering Yao Ming is official.

This is not official.

However, considering the Mogou incident, the official still has not reconciled with the NBA.

Therefore, it is already an honor for Tencent NBA to send reporters who specialize in tracking and reporting on itself.

Wang Yi shook hands with the camera again, and said:

"Big camera, have you eaten yet?"

Opening your mouth is a Chinese-style greeting.

The camera was suddenly laughed and said:
"Eat, eat. It turns out that Brother Yi also listens to Deyun Society."

Wang Yi nodded: "I must listen to it every night, and I can't fall asleep if I don't listen."

The eyes of Zuo Xiao beside him lit up.

I secretly wrote down in my heart: Brother Yi likes to listen to Deyun Society.

As a reporter following Wang Yi, as long as it does not involve Wang Yi's privacy, she can dig out any interesting things about Wang Yi.

"Then let's start now."

Zuo Xiao said to Wang Yi.

Wang Yi nodded.

Zuo Xiao asked Wang Yi three questions.

These three questions are not as sharp as other reporters, but they make Wang Yi feel very comfortable.

Wang Yi answered them one by one.

After the interview, Zuo Xiao and the camera were about to leave.

But suddenly, as if thinking of something, he turned around and hurriedly took out a pen.

Said: "By the way, I will leave my phone number, we will definitely meet frequently in the future. It is convenient to leave the phone number..."

But halfway through, she found that she couldn't find any paper for writing in her bag, and she immediately looked a little embarrassed.

Seeing that Zuo Xiao was like a helpless little girl, Wang Yi couldn't help feeling sorry for her.

He smiled and stretched out his right hand: "Just write here."

Zuo Xiao was startled, and asked embarrassedly, "Is this... okay?"

Wang Yi said, "No problem."

Only then did Zuo Xiao hold Wang Yi's right hand with his left hand in embarrassment, and wrote a series of numbers on it.

Even if it's just a string of numbers, it can be seen that her handwriting is very delicate.

This reminded Wang Yi of his deskmate who often copied notes for him when he was in junior high school.

His eyes couldn't help but warm up a little.

When Wang Yi returned to the entrance of the player tunnel, Nong Mei and Lao Zhan were waiting there.

Wang Yi's performance tonight is worth waiting for.

Nongmei joked: "Don't worry, go hook up a few more, we can continue to wait until tomorrow morning."

James kept shaking his head and jokingly said:

"In a short while, two girls have left you a call. Brother, your luck has come."

Wang Yi frowned pretending to be troubled, and shook his head:
"Oh, there's no way. I can't even shake it off."

Nongmei and Lao Zhan couldn't help but look at each other when they heard the words.

Then the two men strangled Wang Yi's neck with their arms, one left and one right.

"If you say you're fat, you're still panting."

"Dare to show off in front of us, I'll send you to God."

Wang Yi chuckled, stretched out his tongue and panted, and said vaguely:

"Brother is from Huaxia, God can't control me."

……

Ten minutes later, while Wang Yi was taking a bath, the Nets had already changed their clothes and came to the media room to attend the press conference.

Originally, today's press conference was attended by the Big Three of the Nets.

The press conference after the national live broadcast, the number of media is at least five times the number of media in ordinary games.

Participating in such a conference means more media exposure for players.

The average player would not turn down such an opportunity.

But today the Big Three of the Nets lost the game in a way of being a lore, and they were not in the mood.

So the team sent two outdated stars, Jordan Jr. and Griffin, to participate.

A female reporter asked Griffin a pointed question:
"Back then, you made Gasol a back-up dunk through Gasol, and today you were also dunked on the head by that Chinese man, what do you think?"

If in the past, Griffin was asked such a question, he would have become popular instantly.

But now, he is no longer young.

It is no longer the white monster who played on the basket back then.

The momentum of his whole person has restrained a lot.

Especially after wandering in many teams, he has gradually been smoothed out.

With a wry smile, he shook his head:
"Seriously, it sucks. I'm going to be his background board too, replayed countless times, slowed down, and seen with my worrisome face. I finally feel what Gasol is feeling. Seriously, It's bad."

His voice was slightly muffled.

Then shook his head again:

"But this is the cruelty of competitive sports. The winner is king, and the loser is reduced to the background board. No one can change it."

When the reporters heard the loneliness and sadness of a hero's twilight in Griffin's words, they were also a little silent.

He was also the darling of the Los Angeles media, a hero in the spotlight.

Enjoy the flowers and applause.

But now, apart from showing a little majesty occasionally and barely reminding the world of the former White Warcraft, he is more often used as a foil for the Big Three.

After the reporters were silent for a moment, a reporter asked again:
"Then do you want to say a few words to the king?"

Griffin pondered for a moment, then shook his head for the third time:
"I have no friendship with him. Today is the first time I met him. I have nothing to say to him. I am simply a bystander, admiring the rise, bloom, and brilliance of this new star...Damn it, How come I look like a poet."

In a word, the desolate atmosphere of the scene was broken.

Many media people laughed out loud.

A moment later, a reporter asked Jordan a question:
"In terms of results, today you were expelled from the game, which affected the trend of the game, and even directly affected the result of the game. If you were not expelled, you were at the basket and the person who grabbed the most important rebound in the game, Most likely it will be you. Do you regret your impulsiveness?"

Little Jordan squeezed the corner of his eyes with his right hand, and said with a wry smile:

"I finally figured it out, damn it, I finally figured out why."

　These are not competitions, no one should send blades

　　
　
(End of this chapter)