NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

Chapter 1219 Teach the Rookie a Lesson

Coming out of the airport, the bus drove slowly along the street.

The tall palm trees along the way are so familiar.

But on the side of the street and on the billboards, the posters of James and Wang Yi have disappeared, replaced by thick eyebrows and the poster of Michael Arthur.

Especially Michael Arthur.

On the poster, he is holding a basketball with one hand in his left hand.

Head tilted slightly to the left.

It seems that no one is convinced and arrogant.

It makes people feel uncomfortable when they see it.

James looked at the appearance of Michael Arthur.

Typical Negro.

On the head is also the typical steel wool-like short hair of blacks.

But the guy's short hair was neatly trimmed around the edges.

It's like drawing a line with a ruler and cutting it along.

James looked at his invincible appearance and remembered when he first entered the league.

Although James was also known as the Chosen Son at that time, his performance was very mature and he rarely said anything arrogant.

But this Michael Arthur is completely another extreme.

He has extreme physical gifts, but also extreme ego.

I just think that Lao Tzu is number one in the world, and Lao Tzu is invincible.

Wang Yi leaned his head on the backrest and closed his eyes slightly:

"Old man, don't look at it, put your heart in your stomach, we will teach this kid a good lesson tomorrow night."

James turned his head to look at Wang Yi's leisurely look, and couldn't help feeling a little more at ease in his heart.

With Wang Yi's words, tomorrow night's game will not run.

But why did he feel so uncomfortable hearing this.

Who do you call the old man?

The 2nd night came quickly.

One hour before the start of the game between the two sides.

In the media room of the Los Angeles Arena.

It is still a regular pre-match talk session.

A reporter asked Michael Arthur: "In the last game, the Lakers defeated the Kings. In this game, the Kings Wang Yi will play. Are you confident to beat Wang Yi?"

Then Arthur looked at the reporter and shook his head slightly: "What you should ask is how confident I am, not whether I have confidence."

"Then how much confidence do you have?"

Remember to follow his words and ask.

Arthur smiled.

"Look at how big this arena is, and how confident I am in beating Wang Yi."

The reporters all laughed when they heard the words, they just like such confident people.

Another reporter asked the second question: "Wang Yi and LeBron, the two main players of the Kings today, what do you think of them?"

Michael Arthur touched his chin and said, "LeBron James, he is the oldest player in this league."

When he said this, the reporters burst into laughter.

Although what this guy said was true, it was obviously rude to him to comment on James like this.

Is there nothing wrong with it except being old?

Then he commented on Wang Yi: "As for the Huaxia man, he is a somewhat talented player."

His comment once again made the reporters at the scene burst into laughter.

This comment seems to be praising Wang Yi, but it is obviously an expression of contempt for Wang Yi.

In today's alliance, who doesn't say that Wang Yi is awesome, who doesn't say that Wang Yi is great.

And this guy's evaluation of Wang Yi turned out to be "a player who seems to have some talent", that's all.

You know, generally speaking, evaluating a player is very talented, this is what the seniors say to the juniors.

James can say that about him, but he can never say that about James and Wang Yi.

When the Chinese audience saw this scene, they all felt furious.

"This guy's emotional intelligence is too low."

"Who does he think he is, saying that LeBron is the oldest player, and Wang Yi is a player with some talent, so fucking uneducated..."

"He keeps saying that Chinese people are Chinese people. This is obviously fucking discrimination. What about my knife?"

"This guy owes Brother Yi to clean up."

All Huaxia fans were upset, looking forward to Wang Yi rubbing this guy on the court.

At this time in the locker room, Wang Yi watched this guy's press conference, his eyes gradually turned cold.

He can stand this guy talking other trash about him.

But Wang Yi couldn't bear to keep saying "Huaxia people"!
Next, it's the Kings' turn to attend the press conference.

A reporter asked James: "Just now King Arthur said that you are the oldest player in this league. What do you think of this?"

James blurted out and replied, "Of course, it's true."

With James' high EQ, even if he is unhappy with that guy in his heart, it will not show on the surface.

Especially during press conferences.

The reporters knew that James couldn't find out why, so they turned their attention to Wang Yi.

"Wang, I believe you have also watched the press conference just now. What do you think of King Arthur saying that you are very talented?"

Wang Yi looked at the reporter and at the camera, and said solemnly, "I will teach him a good lesson."

Then he turned to look at James.

"Teach him to respect the elderly."

He patted his chest again.

"Teach him how to respect the strong."

James cast a glance at Wang Yi.

I know I'm old, but can you stop saying "old"?

Did I provoke you?

When the reporters heard this, their eyes began to shine brightly.

Sure enough, only really useful things can be dug from Wang Yi.

James is so slippery, he's always going both ways, and it's hard to get something out of him.

Wang Yi has no scruples, he can say whatever he thinks.

This is why these reporters like to interview Wang Yi.

Then remember to ask Wang Yi: "Just now King Arthur said that his confidence in you is as big as the entire arena, so do you have the confidence to beat him?"

Wang Yi smiled when he heard the words: "Well, of course."

"So how much confidence do you have?"

Wang Yi looked at the reporter, then at the camera, and paused word by word:
"See you once, hit me once."

When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up.

Still, what Wang Yi said carries weight.

However, among the American reporters, each of them felt a little bit unhappy.

To them, Wang Yi was actually a foreigner. Now a foreigner said that he wanted to meet and beat their American basketball genius once, and they were naturally upset.

An American reporter with shiny hair as if licked by a cow frowned slightly, and asked Wang Yi with a gloomy face, "So you won't lose even once when you face him?"

Wang Yi looked at the reporter who had been licked by a bull.

I also know that guy is upset.

He nodded: "Your comprehension ability, full marks."

The one who had been licked by the bull was still upset, and chased after him: "It's too funny for you to say that. Even Jordan, it is impossible to guarantee that he will not lose every time he faces the same opponent."

Wang Yi looked at him: "But I am not Jordan."

(End of this chapter)