In the fourth quarter, the game officially announced the arrival of garbage time, and both sides replaced substitute players. The furiously cursing Nets fans left the game one after another after their mouths were dry. Today they were originally here to see Brook Lopez.
He was trying to teach Yang Mo a lesson, but instead he was fucked until his face was covered in blood and his face was wiped out. If I had known that it would be uncomfortable to spend money, I wouldn’t have come here to watch the game.
Nets fans returned home disappointed, which was a very worthy celebration for Yang Mo. Seeing the Nets fans walking back dejected one by one, he couldn't help but think of how arrogant and domineering they were when the game first started.
The pictures reflected each other, making Yang Mo smile involuntarily. At this moment, he really wanted to ask them again: Nets fans, are you happy? I am very happy!
As the fans dispersed one after another and the players on the field became less and less interested in playing, Yang Mo had nothing to do, so he simply sat next to Girls' Generation and chatted with them.
"Yooner, what do you think of Oppa's performance today?" Yang Mo asked with a smile.
"Awesome!" Yoona cutely stretched out her thumb. Perhaps because she felt that one thumb was not enough to express her excitement, she stretched out another thumb, and then asked a little shyly: "Oppa, you
Can you give me a dunk in the future? Just like the one you gave to sister Jessica."
"Okay, yes, no problem." Yang Mo didn't think much and agreed directly.
Yang Mo agreed, and Yoona was so happy that she almost jumped to the sky. But Jessica, who was sitting next to Yang Mo, pinched Yang Mo's waist. Yang Mo turned around, very puzzled.
But Jessica whispered with jealousy: "You are not allowed to give her dunks, you can only give them to me."
"Where is this?" Yang Mo didn't react. Subconsciously, he didn't regard Jessica as his girlfriend, so he felt that her jealousy was unreasonable. Aren't they all friends? Just give him a dunk.
What?
Yang Mo did not regard Jessica as his girlfriend, but Jessica regarded Yang Mo as her only one. Women are extremely possessive creatures, and they will never allow the second person to own the things they get their hands on.
At this time, Kim Taeyeon asked in a low voice: "Oppa, I want one too, can you give one to me?"
Before Yang Mo could speak, Jessica pinched him again.
This time it was quite serious, and Yang Mo immediately let out an ouch. The women didn't know what happened to Yang Mo. Yang Mo quickly stood up and said: "I...I forgot. The general manager has something to ask me for. Let's talk later.
!”
Yang Mo put down these words and left quickly.
After Yang Mo left very wisely, Jessica couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh out loud: Oppa is actually very cute.
The other women were a little confused, why they suddenly ran over while they were having a good conversation.
Yang Mo ran to the bench, and Pat Riley pulled him to his side and said with a smile: "How would you rate today's debut?"
"Eighty-five points." Yang Mo said seriously: "Actually, the fact that I was able to play so well today has something to do with the fact that the Nets don't know me well. In the future, when other teams understand my style, I guess I will play better."
It’s very difficult.”
"Yeah." Pat Riley nodded. He liked Yang Mo's attitude very much. He was neither arrogant nor impetuous. Unlike some players who just played a good game and their tails were raised to the sky. Not all good players will reflect on themselves, but
Those who can reflect on themselves are generally good players.
"Oh, by the way, sir. I don't want to go to the press conference later." Yang Mo said suddenly.
"Why?" Pat Riley was a little surprised. In his opinion, it is a great honor for players to get the opportunity to attend the press conference, and players also need exposure.
"I'm afraid I'm too arrogant." Yang Mo scratched his head and said a little embarrassed.
After hearing this, Pat Riley laughed and said, "Okay, if you don't want to go, then I won't go."
"Also...I want to take leave tonight..."
Before Yang Mo finished speaking, Pat Riley smiled ambiguously and said, "I'm accompanying your girlfriend, right? I approved, but when we play in New York the day after tomorrow, we have to be at 100%, can we do it?"
"
"no problem!"
"Okay, you can make your own arrangements later." Pat Riley manages Yang Mo quite freely. He doesn't want to interfere with Yang Mo's private life at all, because he knows that Yang Mo is a self-disciplined player, a self-disciplined player.
There will be no messing around.
"Thanks."
I don’t know how long it took, but the boring game finally ended. The Heat won the game 118:89.
After the game, Yang Mo just wanted to sneak back to the locker room when ESPN's on-site reporter stopped him: "Yang, I want to ask you..."
"Don't ask me, I don't know anything." Yang Mo waved his hands quickly, very reluctant to cooperate with the camera.
"You are the protagonist tonight, how can you not know? Tell me a few words." ESPN's on-site reporter is a very experienced veteran reporter. He calmly laid a trap for Yang Mo: "What do you think Luo
How about Pest?”
"I think he is very tall and has a very big mouth." Yang Mo said simply.
"What about his skills?"
"Very good. If he goes to CUBA, he will definitely dominate the audience." Yang Mo said with enthusiasm. Originally, he didn't want to be interviewed, but he couldn't resist the old reporter and lured him to Lopez. Unknowingly,
Some truths were told.
"So, you think he can't defeat you, right?"
"You have seen it. I don't want to say anything more. I'm afraid that others will say that I am too proud." Yang Mo shrugged his shoulders and said calmly. After that, he added: "Actually, I am a very humble player.
, I will never say that I want to defeat so and so, but Lopez will, he is a very good orator, he is very good at boosting the morale of his opponents, I am very grateful to him."
Phew!
The old reporter couldn't help laughing. Originally, Yang Mo refused to be interviewed. He thought Yang Mo was a boring person. He didn't expect that after the conversation started, he would be so informative. So, he asked again: "Who do you think is the most important person in this interview?"
MVP of the game.”
"Dwyane Wade." Yang Mo didn't fall for the trick this time. He said Wade's name very firmly: "He led us to victory. He is a great leader. He proved himself in the finals.
.This season, he will definitely be able to lead us to create good results. I have 10,000% trust in this."
Yang Mo's answer seemed a bit official. The old reporter felt that it was not exciting enough, so he tried to dig in again, but Yang Mo had already said thank you to the camera, then waved and quickly ran back to the locker room, leaving the old reporter alone.
Leave it there and say ending!
When the ESPN studio heard this interview with Yang Mo, they burst into laughter.
"This kid definitely has the potential for a vicious tongue. Bill, as a veteran in the world of vicious tongues, please evaluate him." Mike Breen laughed and turned the topic to NBA columnist Bill Simmons.
"Indeed, what he said is great. I especially like his line 'He is a very good orator and he can improve the morale of his opponents'. This is so great that I will consider using it in my next article.
This sentence. But... what I must say is that Yang is not good enough. The reason why he performed so strongly today is because the opponent does not understand him, and the Nets' inside line is too weak." Bill Simmons finished his praise.
Then I didn't forget to say something venomous again.
"I agree with Bill, but I don't doubt that Young can gain a foothold in the NBA." Jeff Van Gundy also expressed his views briefly.
Marco Jackson basically meant the same thing.
In other words, although Yang Mo played a very dominant game, scoring 12 points, 16 rebounds and 3 blocks, he still did not get everyone's recognition. Everyone still doubted that he would meet his next opponent.
Will it be deflated?
Yang Mo had already expected this. After all, it was absolutely impossible to change a person's predetermined position in one game. All he could do was to continue to fight and defeat opponents one after another.
Conquer one arena after another.
Life doesn't stop, the fight never stops!
There is a kind of people who exist for fighting. They will never live in other people's mouths. What do others want to say? Let them speak, the road lies at their own feet.
