Chapter 118 The sad white demon beast

After the staff member left for a while, two Chinese people walked towards Wang Yi.

A videographer and a female reporter.

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

The female reporter was a little shy, but she still reached out to shake hands with Wang Yi.

Wang Yi was stunned.

Originally, the one who came to Staples for an interview today should be another female reporter named Meng Chao.

Unexpectedly, a new person would come.

Look at Zuo Xiao carefully.

I saw that her clothes were very consistent with oriental aesthetics.

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

Elegant without losing youthful and lively.

It gives people the feeling of a girl next door.

Zuo Xiao said to Wang Yi:

"Tencent NBA decided to send a team reporter, so I was sent here."

Wang Yi understood and nodded and said:

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

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

This is not surprising either.

Zuo Xiao shook her head and said:

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

Wang Yi was stunned: "Hmm?"

To be honest, he was a little flattered.

He remembered that when Yao Ming logged into the NBA, there was a special team of journalists in China to report on Yao Ming.

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

Of course, the reporter who reported on Yao Ming was official.

This is not official.

However, considering that 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 themselves.

Wang Yi shook hands with the camera again and said:

"Did you eat the camera?"

The opening is a Chinese greeting.

The camera was immediately laughed and said:

"I've eaten, I've eaten. It turns out that Brother Yi also listened to Deyun Club."

Wang Yi nodded: "I must listen every night, I can't sleep if I don't listen."

Zuo Xiao next to him lit up his eyes.

I secretly remembered in my heart: Brother Yi likes to listen to Deyun Club.

As a reporter who tracks and reports on Wang Yi, as long as she does not involve Wang Yi's privacy, she can explore 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 instead make Wang Yi feel very comfortable.

Wang Yi answered one by one.

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

But suddenly, I seemed to remember something, turned around and hurriedly took out a pen.

He said: "By the way, I'll leave my phone, we will definitely meet frequently in the future. It's convenient to leave the phone..."

But halfway through, she found that she could not find paper for writing in her bag, and her face suddenly became a little embarrassed.

When Wang Yi saw that Zuo Xiao was like a helpless girl, he couldn't help feeling pity.

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

Zuo Xiao was stunned and asked embarrassedly: "Is this... OK?"

Wang Yi said: "No problem."

Then Zuo Xiao held Wang Yi's right hand awkwardly and wrote a string of numbers on it.

Even if it is just a string of numbers, it can be seen that her words are very delicate.

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

His eyes couldn't help but feel a little warmer.

When Wang Yi returned to the entrance of the player passage, Davis and James were waiting there.

Wang Yi’s performance tonight is worth their waiting.

Thick Eyebrow joked: "Don't worry, go hook up with a few more times. We can continue to wait until tomorrow morning."

James kept shaking his head and joked:

"In this short time, two girls left you a phone number. Brother, you are working."

Wang Yi frowned in annoyance and shook his head:

"Oh, there is no way. I can't even get rid of it."

Upon hearing this, Daomei and Lao Zhan couldn't help but look at each other.

Then, the two of them strangled Wang Yi's neck with their arms.

"You're still panting when you say you're fat."

"Dare to show off before us, I will send you to God."

Wang Yi smiled and said vaguely while stretching out his tongue and gasping:

"Brother is from China, and God can't care about 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.

At press conferences after live broadcast across the United States, the number of media is at least five times that of media in ordinary competitions.

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

Most players will not reject such opportunities.

But today the Nets' Big Three lost the goal by being defeated, and they were in no mood.

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

A female reporter asked Griffin a very sharp question:

"You made a patch through Gasol, and Gasol became the background board. Today you were also made patched by that Chinese man on his head. What do you think?"

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

But now, he is no longer young.

It's no longer the White Warcraft that played on the basket back then.

His entire aura was much more restrained.

Especially after many teams wandered, he was gradually smoothed out his edges.

With a bitter smile, he shook his head:

"Seriously, this is terrible. I will also be his background board, replayed countless times, slowed down, and saw my embarrassed expression. I finally realized Gasol's mood. To be honest, this is terrible."

His voice was slightly low.

Then he shook his head again:
To be continued...