Coming out of the airport, the bus drove slowly along the street.
The tall palm trees along the way are so familiar.
But on the streets and on billboards, the posters of James and Wang Yi have disappeared, replaced by posters of thick eyebrows and Michael Arthur.
Especially Michael Arthur.
On the poster, he is holding a basketball with one hand in his left hand.
The head tilts slightly to the left.
He looked dissatisfied with everyone and looked arrogant.
It makes people feel unhappy when they see it.
James looked at the appearance of Michael Arthur.
Typical black man.
On his head, he also has the typical short steel ball-like hair of black people.
But the edges of this guy's short hair are trimmed very neatly.
Just like drawing a line with a ruler and cutting it out.
James looked at his arrogant look and remembered when he first entered the league.
Although James was also called the Chosen One at that time, he behaved very maturely and rarely said anything arrogant.
But this Michael Arthur is completely another extreme.
He has extreme physical talent and is also extremely conceited.
That is to say, I think I am the best in the world and I am invincible.
Wang Yi leaned his head on the backrest and closed his eyes slightly:
"Old man, stop looking and put your heart in your stomach. We will teach this kid a lesson tomorrow night."
James turned to look at Wang Yi's leisurely and contented look, and couldn't help but feel a little more at ease.
With Wang Yi’s words, there will be no chance of tomorrow night’s game.
But why was he so uncomfortable hearing this?
Who are you calling old man?
The night of the second day soon arrived.
One hour before the start of the game between the two sides.
in the media room at the Los Angeles Arena.
It’s still the regular pre-match talk session.
A reporter asked Michael Arthur: "In the last game, the Lakers defeated the Kings, and in this game, Wang Yi of the Kings will play. Are you confident in defeating Wang Yi?"
Then Arthur looked at the reporter and shook his head slightly: "What you should ask is how confident I am, not whether I have confidence."
"So how much faith do you have?"
Remember to follow his words and ask questions.
Arthur smiled.
"Look at how big this arena is, how confident I am in defeating Wang Yi."
The reporters laughed when they heard this. They just like such confident people.
Another reporter asked a second question: "Wang Yi and LeBron, the two main players of the Kings today, what do you think of them?"
Michael Arthur touched his chin and said: "LeBron James, he is the oldest player in this league."
When he said this, the reporters burst into laughter.
Although what this guy said is true, his evaluation of James is obviously very rude to James.
Doesn't it mean he has nothing but his age?
Then he commented on Wang Yi: "As for the Chinese, he is a player with some talent."
His comment once again made the reporters at the scene burst into laughter.
This comment seems to be praising Wang Yi, but it is obviously an expression of contempt for Wang Yi.
In today's league, who doesn't say Wang Yi is awesome? Who doesn't say Wang Yi is great.
And this guy's evaluation of Wang Yi turned out to be "a player who seems to have some talent", and that's it.
You know, generally speaking, to say that a player is very talented is what the seniors say to the juniors.
James can say that about him, but he can never say that about James and Wang Yi.
When the Chinese audience saw this scene, they were all very angry.
"This guy's emotional intelligence is too low."
"Who does he think he is? He said LeBron is the oldest player and Wang Yi is a talented player. He is so uneducated..."
"Keep talking about Chinese people. This is obviously discrimination. Where is my knife?"
"This guy just needs Brother Yi to take care of him."
All Chinese fans are unhappy and look forward to Wang Yi rubbing this guy on the court.
At this time in the locker room, Wang Yi watched this guy's press conference, and his eyes gradually became cold.
He can tolerate any other trash talk this guy throws at him.
But Wang Yi couldn't stand it when he kept saying "Chinese people"!
Next, it was the Kings' turn to attend the press conference.
A reporter asked James: "King Arthur just said that you are the oldest player in the league. What do you think of this?"
James blurted out and replied: "Of course, that's true."
With James' high emotional intelligence, even if he is unhappy with that guy in his heart, he will not show it on the surface.
Especially at press conferences.
Reporters knew they couldn't get anything out of James, so they turned to Wang Yi.
"Wang, I believe you also watched the press conference just now. What do you think of King Arthur saying that you are very talented?"
Wang Yi looked at the reporter and then at the camera, and said solemnly: "I will teach him a lesson."
Then turned his head and looked at James.
"Teach him to respect the elderly."
He patted his chest again.
"Teach him to respect the strong."
James glanced at Wang Yi.
I know I'm old, but can you stop using the word "old" in every sentence?
Have I made trouble for you?
When the reporters heard this, their eyes began to shine.
Sure enough, only truly useful things can be gleaned from Wang Yi.
James is too slippery and always plays both sides. It's hard to get anything out of him.
Wang Yi has no scruples and can say whatever he thinks.
This is why these reporters like to interview Wang Yi.
Then he asked Wang Yi: "King Arthur just said that his confidence in you is as great as the entire arena, so are you confident in defeating him?"
Wang Yi smiled when he heard this: "Well, of course."
"So how confident are you?"
Wang Yi looked at the reporter, then at the camera, and said word by word:
"See him once, beat him once."
When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up.
Still, what Wang Yi said has weight.
However, the American reporters among them all felt a little unhappy.
To them, Wang Yi is actually a foreigner. Now that a foreigner wants to see and play their American basketball genius once and for all, they are naturally unhappy.
An American reporter whose hair looked as shiny as if it had been licked by a cow frowned slightly and asked Wang Yi with a gloomy expression: "So you will never lose when you face him in the future?"
Wang Yi looked at the reporter who had been licked by a cow.
I also knew that the guy was unhappy.
He nodded: "Your understanding is perfect."
The one who had been licked by the cow was still unhappy and kept chasing after him: "What you said is too funny. Even Jordan can't guarantee that he won't lose every time he faces the same opponent."
Chapter completed!