NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

Chapter 92 Chinese people, can also cut 50+
At the Energy Solutions Arena, Jazz fans began to leave after a long period of silence.

The result of this match made them all feel sick of swallowing dead flies.

Especially that Lakers No. 1, the last-minute five-strike combo was really killing people.

The father and son took one last look at the Chinese man lying in the middle of the court, shook their heads helplessly, and finally had to leave the stage silently.

The remaining half bucket of popcorn was not in the mood to eat, so I threw it on the seat.

However, on the Huaxia side.

Almost all the fans are still in front of the screen.

Because they all know that Brother Yi, who has scored 50+ points in this game, will definitely have a post-match interview.

They wanted to hear what Brother Yi had to say.

Soon, an ESPN beauty reporter Rachel walked over.

She had big golden waves on her hair and was wearing a tight skirt.

It would be inconvenient to squat down to interview Wang Yi like this.

So she got down on her knees, pressing her short skirt with her left hand, with a professional smile on her face.

It has to be said that these ESPN reporters are still very professional.

Even in this interview, Rachel didn't seem to mind.

And although there is a professional smile on his face, it makes people feel very enthusiastic.

She asked Wang Yi the first question:
"I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Wang. You look tired and exhausted."

"Hu-hu-"

Wang Yi gasped, his eyelids slowly closed.

This is his answer.

He was so tired that he didn't even want to talk.

Rachel continued:

"Thank you very much for still accepting my interview. Then the first question, today is the first time that you scored 50 points, and it is also the first time that Chinese people scored 50 points in the NBA. How do you feel?"

Wang Yi was still breathing heavily.

But his mind was already running fast.

The reporter's question today is one of the rare and innocent questions.

He couldn't help but gave Rachel a difficult smile and said:

"It feels great...very great."

Rachel nodded and said:

"Second question, the final five hits, it's really beautiful. That's art. How did you do it?"

There is clearly nothing wrong with this question.

Wang Yi pointed to his head and said only one word:
"inspiration."

In that flash of lightning, there was no time to think.

It's all about a sudden flash of inspiration.

This is the last moment, like a work of art-like five-strike combo.

Wang Yi then added:
"Actually, I also learned from Teacher Ma."

"Who is Teacher Ma?"

Rachel asked suspiciously.

Wang Yi took a breath and replied:

"The founder of Lightning Five Whiplash, the originator of Jihuafa, and the master of no flash."

Rachel was still dazed.

In Tencent's live broadcast, Yang Yi, Wang Meng and Meina had long laughed.

Wang Meng translated Wang Yi's words.

The barrage suddenly burst into joy.

"It turns out that Brother Yi's skills were passed down from Master Ma!"

"Ma Baoguo is divided into NBA countries!"

"It seems that you have learned the essence."

"My brother Yi is really talented, and I love Brother Yi."

"This female reporter is so confused, so pitiful, hahahaha..."

Rachel was really confused.

What is Lightning Five Whip?
What is hair transplant?
What the hell is it if there is no flash?

Damn, I didn't prepare enough.

It seems that it is time to learn more about Huaxia in the future.

But although embarrassed, she still used the warm smile on her face to cover up the past.

Moving on to the third question:

"In the third quarter, you seemed to be running out of energy. You obviously played with will after that. What kept you going until the end of the game?"

Wang Yi thought for a while.

There is still no hole in this problem.

He raised his right hand with difficulty and looked at his palm.

He turned his hand over again, looked at the back of his hand, and said:
"See? Yellow skin."

Rachel nodded, but she didn't know why.

Wang Yi pointed to his eyes again: "Dark eyes."

Rachel seemed to understand something.

Wang Yi took another breath and said:

"I just want to prove that the yellow race can also gain a firm foothold in the NBA, and the yellow race can also score high points in the NBA."

Rachel was slightly moved when she heard the words.

I heard earlier that the patriotism of Chinese people is far from comparable to that of Western people.

From Wang Yi's point of view, this is indeed the case.

In the Tencent NBA live broadcast room, the barrage was boiling again.

"Big love brother Yi."

"Big love brother Yi."

"Brother Yi really deserves to be from China. I have no regrets in my life to enter China."

on site.

Wang Yi finished the interview.

James and Caruso pulled Wang Yi up.

None of the rest of the Lakers returned to the locker room early.

They are all waiting for Wang Yi.

To be honest, this game was almost fought by Wang Yi.

Without Wang Yi, this game, which was originally planned to be abandoned strategically, would never have reached this level.

Back in the locker room, Wang Yi went to take a bath first.

While taking a bath, James had Caruso by his side.

For fear that Wang Yi would collapse inside because he was too tired.

After getting out of the bath, James pushed Wang Yi into the liquid nitrogen freezer again.

After soaking for 5 minutes, Wang Yi felt that the strength in his almost drained body had recovered.

Half an hour later, the Lakers generals took the airport bus.

There will be back-to-back games tomorrow.

Everyone is tired, but this is the NBA.

A long 82-game regular season.

The endless road trip consumes them physically and psychologically to a great extent.

By the time the playoffs start, the players will be exhausted both physically and mentally.

In this case, which player can still perform brilliantly in the playoffs, it can prove that the player's ability is far beyond ordinary players.

The plane flew above the dark clouds.

The cabin is quiet.

Some of the players were listening to music, watching a movie, and chatting in a low voice.

Wang Yi had already fallen asleep.

In his sleep, a sweet smile appeared on his tired face.

His legendary journey has just begun.

……

A luxury apartment in New York.

The bearded man was drinking red wine and reminiscing about the game just now.

Said: "This Chinese, pay more attention."

Durant restarted a game, fingers twitching on the gamepad.

The mouth returned a sentence:
"Only a 50+ game. On January 1, we will show him what a real scoring machine is."

Bearded grinned.

A pile of mustaches show white teeth.

"Aren't you the god of death?"

Durant shook his head and said:

"Death can also be a scoring machine."

Saying that, James, who was in control of the game, came with a powerful dunk.

Knock Durant to the ground in the game.

He couldn't help kicking the chair to the ground and scolding fiercely:
"Damn LeBron, why aren't you getting old?"

　Some people say that it is going to explode, so let's blast it. There are two more in the afternoon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)