After the staff member left for a moment, two Chinese people came towards Wang Yi.
A cameraman, and a female reporter.
"Hello, I am Zuo Xiao, the Los Angeles-based reporter just sent by Tencent NBA."
The female reporter was a little shy, but still stretched out her hand to shake Wang Yi's hand.
Wang Yi was stunned.
Originally, the person who came to Staples for an interview today was supposed to be another female reporter named Meng Chao.
I didn't expect that a new person would come.
Look carefully at Zuo Xiao.
I saw that her clothes were very in line with oriental aesthetics.
Especially a white short-sleeved upper body and a pleated skirt on the lower body.
Elegant yet youthful and lively.
It gives people a girl-next-door feeling.
Zuo Xiao said to Wang Yi:
"Tencent NBA decided to send reporters to accompany the team, so I was sent here."
Wang Yi understood, nodded and said:
"Oh, from now on you will be responsible for reporting on the Lakers."
Tencent NBA has sent team reporters to many teams to report everything about these teams.
This is not surprising.
Zuo Xiao shook his head and said:
"I'm not reporting on the Lakers, I'm reporting on you, Brother Yi."
Wang Yi was stunned: "Huh?"
To be honest, he was a little flattered.
He remembered that when Yao Ming joined the NBA, there would be a dedicated team of reporters in China to cover Yao Ming.
I didn’t expect that I would have my own dedicated reporter now.
Of course, the reporters covering Yao Ming are official.
This is not official.
But considering that because of the Mo Dog incident, the official still has not reconciled with the NBA.
Therefore, it is an honor for Tencent NBA to send reporters who specialize in tracking and reporting on itself.
Wang Yi shook hands with the cameraman again and said:
"Camera, have you eaten?"
He opened his mouth with a Chinese greeting.
The cameraman was immediately laughed at and said:
"Eat, eat. It turns out that Brother Yi also listens to Deyun Club."
Wang Yi nodded: "I must listen to it every night. If I don't listen, I won't be able to sleep."
Zuo Xiao's eyes lit up.
I secretly made a mental note: Brother Yi likes to listen to Deyun Club.
As a reporter who follows Wang Yi, she can dig out any interesting things about Wang Yi as long as it does not involve Wang Yi's privacy.
"Then let's start now."
Zuo Xiao said to Wang Yi.
Wang Yi nodded.
Zuo Xiao asked Wang Yi three questions.
These three questions were not as sharp as those of other reporters. On the contrary, they made Wang Yi feel very comfortable.
Wang Yi answered one by one.
After the interview, Zuo Xiao and the cameraman were about to leave.
But suddenly he seemed to remember something, turned around, and hurriedly took out a pen.
Said: "By the way, I'll leave my phone number. We will definitely meet often in the future. It's convenient to leave my phone number..."
But halfway through, she found that there was no paper to write on in her bag, and she suddenly looked a little embarrassed.
Wang Yi saw that Zuo Xiao looked like a helpless little girl, and couldn't help but feel pity for him.
He smiled and stretched out his right hand: "Just write it here."
Zuo Xiao was startled and asked sheepishly: "Is this... okay?"
Wang Yi said: "No problem."
Zuo Xiao then awkwardly held Wang Yi's right hand with his left hand and wrote a series of numbers on it.
Even if it is just a string of numbers, you can see that her handwriting is very delicate.
This reminded Wang Yi 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 players' tunnel, Nong Mei and Lao Zhan were waiting there.
Wang Yi's performance tonight is worth their wait.
The thick eyebrow joked: "Don't worry, go hook up with a few more, we can continue to wait until tomorrow morning."
James kept shaking his head and jokingly said:
"In just a moment, two girls have left their phone numbers for you. Brother, your fortune is in luck."
Wang Yi frowned and shook his head:
"Oh, I can't help it. I can't even get rid of it."
Hearing this, Nongmei and Lao Zhan couldn't help but look at each other.
Then the two men, one on the left and one on the right, strangled Wang Yi's neck with their arms.
"You said you were fat and you still had asthma."
"If you dare to show off in front of us, I will send you to see God."
Wang Yi chuckled, stretched out his tongue, gasped, and said vaguely:
"Brother is from China, God can't control me."
…
Ten minutes later, while Wang Yi was taking a bath, the Nets had changed their clothes and came to the media room to attend a press conference.
Originally, today's press conference was attended by the Big Three of the Nets.
The number of media in the press conference after the national live broadcast is at least five times that of an ordinary game.
Participating in such a press conference means more media exposure for the players.
Most players would not refuse such an opportunity.
But today the Big Three of the Nets lost the game with a buzzer beater, and they were all in no mood.
So the team sent two outdated stars, DeAndre Jordan and Griffin, to participate.
A female reporter asked Griffin a very pointed question:
"Back then, you made a back-up dunk on Gasol, making Gasol the background. Today you are also being dunked on the head by that Chinese guy. What do you think?"
If Griffin had been asked such a question in the past, he would have become angry instantly.
But now, he is no longer young.
He is no longer the white monster playing on the basket.
His whole person's aura has calmed down a lot.
Especially after wandering to many teams, his edges were gradually smoothed.
With a wry smile, he shook his head:
"To be honest, this is terrible. I will also become his background, being replayed countless times, being slow-played, and being seen with my embarrassed expression. I finally understand Gasol's mood. To be honest,
This is bad."
His voice was slightly deep.
Then he shook his head again:
"But this is the cruelty of competitive sports. The winner is king, and the loser is reduced to a background. No one can change it."
When the reporters heard the hint of loneliness and sadness of the hero's late life in Griffin's words, they were also a little silent.
He was also the darling of the Los Angeles media and a hero in the spotlight.
Enjoying the flowers and applause.
But now, apart from occasionally showing a hint of majesty and barely reminding the world of the White Monster of the past, he mostly serves as a foil to the Big Three.
After the reporters were silent for a moment, one reporter asked again:
"Then do you want to say a few words to the king?"
Griffin pondered for a moment and shook his head for the third time:
"I have no friendship with him. Today is the first time I met him. I have nothing to say to him. I am simply a bystander, admiring the rise, bloom, and brilliance of this new star... Damn,
How the hell do I look like a poet."
One sentence broke the sad atmosphere of the scene.
Many media people laughed out loud.
A moment later, a reporter asked Jordan:
"Judging from the results, you were ejected today, which affected the trend of the game and even directly affected the outcome of the game. If you had not been ejected, you would have been under the basket and grabbed the most important rebound in the game.
It could very well be you. Do you regret your impulse?"
Little Jordan pinched the corners of his eyes with his right hand and said with a wry smile:
Chapter completed!