"Rachy, you guys have a very difficult fight tonight. What's the specific problem?"

"It's our slackness, we thought the Knicks would give up on resistance, but they didn't, and their performance was respectable."

Li Xing rarely praises his opponent.

Hearing that he said, the reporters at the scene were stunned.

"You heard it right?"

Is this guy just complimenting the Knicks?

This is basically the case with the press conference tonight, and Li Xing didn't cause any trouble.

He played a terrifying four-double, but the Knicks still played with them until the end.

The Knicks won his respect, and even if there was no hope of victory, he did not give up. He really tried his best to the end.

Snyder looked at Li Xing with satisfaction. How good would it be if he was so normal every day?

The people who were used to Li Xing's mouth and criticizing others were suddenly not used to it. The number of clicks on the Raptors' post-match press conference video broke the highest.

The people who didn't know the truth all had question marks on their heads.

"What's wrong with Rachi?"

"Has he taken the wrong medicine?"

"This is not his line, right? Did you get the wrong script?"

"This video is fake. The person who was interviewed is not Rachi Lee. Don't think of using a robot to deceive me!"

Fans were talking, and even Li Xing's teammates were a little surprised.

Someone asked him why he was so rude, and his answer was: "Don't you think the Knicks are very hard tonight?"

"It's very hard, but does it have anything to do with your changing style?"

"It's not about changing the style, it's just a different way of accepting interviews."

"Will you always be interviewed in this way?"

Snyder raised his ears and if Li Xing's answer was "Yes", he would go back to buy the lottery tonight.

Unfortunately, Li Xing replied: "Of course not, this style is not suitable for me."

Everyone shut their mouths silently.

The semi-finals ended, and the Raptors successfully broke through the first round, with two series left before the finish line.

Their goals have never changed.

The Heat and Celtics are in the air and they have to play at least six games to resolve the battle, which means they have a lot of time.

That night, Li Xing answered a phone call.

Reggie Miller asked him out.

Li Xing hesitated for a while, and Miller was unhappy: "Are you really as a bastard as the legendary one?"

"Can I turn you down?"

Li Xing was embarrassed. If he said he didn't know who Reggie Miller was, would it be a joke?

Although Miller is just a not-so-bright star in NBA history, this will not shake his status as the greatest shooter in history.

He has never completely dominated the NBA, nor is he the best player of the season of any season, and he has never even been selected for the All-A-Series second team.

Commenting on Miller, only by his honor, 5 All-Star substitutes, 3 times 3 times, what kind of honor is this?

There are many such star players in history, most of whom will be quickly forgotten after retirement.

And Miller doesn't, so honor is not enough to interpret his career.

"What are you hesitating about? Will I eat you?"

Miller felt very wronged. He just wanted to have a good relationship with this promising young man. If he had the chance, he would bring him to his studio to drive popularity. It would be even better if he could hold a show with him like that fat man in Barkley.

If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t matter. In life, one more friend will have more paths.

What's more, this child's status is now extraordinary.

Li Xingnian reluctantly agreed: "Okay."

Well, OK.

Miller felt like a miserable woman with a big belly, asking the client to take responsibility without dignity, and the soft-hearted client could only agree to him against his will.

Oh shit!

Miller suddenly remembered Barkley's smug look in front of him.

Barkley once said that Li Xing is a difficult person and it is not easy to make friends with him.

In order to show his sincerity, Miller chose a high-end restaurant and booked it in advance.

He believed that this sincerity would definitely make Li Xing believe that he really wanted to make friends with him.

Miller waited for half an hour, and Li Xing finally arrived.

"Rach Lee received the ball, and he handed it to the Italian, three-pointer, good ball!"

The restaurant is playing a replay of tonight's game. The scene just now is Miller's quick-mouth commentary.

"Young man, you are so good. You have made an old man like me wait for you for 33 minutes." Miller said.

Li Xing had already recited the excuse: "Your invitation was too sudden. I was about to rest. When I received your call, I wanted to change my clothes and dress up a little. Moreover, it was far from our hotel. After a while, I arrived here for half an hour and showed how much I value you."

Miller was stunned when he heard this, was it my fault?

Miller actually felt a little guilty, making it seem like he shouldn't have invited Li Xing out in such a hurry.

"Have I really disturbed you to rest?"

"Yes, I was about to put Durex on the gun when your phone came."

Li Xing's words immediately changed the atmosphere.

Miller laughed nonetheless; "Then did you come here after you're done?"

"Do you think the fast gunner can control more than a dozen women at the same time?" Li Xing asked back.

Two sluts went around and talked about the topic of "Quick Gunner" and "Women" for more than ten minutes before Li Xing discovered that Miller had booked the place.

"I'm so sorry, I've made you spend money. You are a senior. I should invite this meal."

Li Xing was polite to him.

"Yes, I think so too. I was a little embarrassed at first, but I feel relieved when I hear you say this. Alas, there are fewer and fewer young people like you."

As soon as Miller said this, the money for the meal was about to be put on Li Xing's head.

Li Xing was completely confused. He thought Barkley was no longer particular, but he didn't expect that this old guy was even more fuckingly unspecialized!

"Just kidding, of course I invited this meal."

Miller smiled and said, "You can just order it, no one will bother us."

Li Xing let out a sigh. Fortunately, it was a joke, otherwise he would really regret it. He came out overnight to see this bastard who was even more bastard than Barkley. What was he trying to do?

"Your performance tonight reminds me of me back then."

An old man who had only three formations in his career in a certain career inexplicably blew himself: "I was so abused by the Knicks back then."

"Yeah?"

Li Xing focused on watching the dishes and had no time to accompany Miller to make a fool of himself.

Miller said dissatisfiedly: "What is it? Don't you know what I've done in Madison Garden?"

"I really don't know..."

When Li Xing was dealing with the reporter, he habitually went back perfunctorily.

"What did you say?!"

The menu of the Hedong Lion Roar dropped, and Li Xing then realized: "I mean... it's too old. I was still in an orphanage at that time. I couldn't see the NBA, so, do you know what I mean?"

"Sorry, I've lost my composure."

Miller hates this kid more and more. Can you say something well? Why do you have to choose the most likely things to make people think wrong?

"I decided, just these things."

The first time we meet, we will be slaughtered first.

If you turn against each other while chatting, you won’t lose money, anyway, the other party will pay the bill.

Miller didn't realize that there was something wrong with it. Anyway, all these dishes were just a little bit.

"I recommend you to check out the video of previous games, and I believe it will be helpful to you."

“How is it helpful?”

"What do you think is the most important thing you need to improve now?"
To be continued...