One Guard

　　 "23 points and 12 assists!?" A fat man with a greasy face yelled into the phone, these two numbers seemed to make him unbelievable.

　　 "That's right, 23 points and 12 assists. It's almost...it's like a top NBA point guard's data!" The phone was full of noisy voices, and it seemed that the person calling was right at the game.

　　 "Then, Turner's performance..."

　　 "Turner only got 5 points and 6 rebounds, shooting percentage...only 33%."

　　 "Damn it!" After listening to the phone, the fat man slammed the desk in front of him. "How could this happen? Isn't Turner's performance in the first two games very good? That Chinese, his performance in the first two games, is simply terrible!"

"You should watch the game video, Boss. I think our newspaper will stop following the news in the future. I have been a basketball reporter for ten years. I can see that this kid is by no means general. Generation!"

"But... I've even kept the page! Turner's abuse and rookie rankings have been questioned. Even the title, I have thought about it!" The fat man looked at the trial print of tomorrow's newspaper in his hand. Edition, he originally thought Yiyang would be defeated by Turner, he had already thought about the headline of the news. After all, the hottest topic in the NBA in recent days is that questionable rookie ranking.

"We had to overthrow all of them and start over again. If tomorrow our newspaper still wants to sell, we must rewrite all the press releases. If you don't say anything, we will come over. Now, I have to fight for an interview. Interview him.” After finishing speaking, the reporter working on the scene hung up, leaving only the fat newspaper boss sitting in his place, staring dumbly at the trial version of the newspaper in his hand.

　　 It's not just this fat boss. At this moment, I don't know how many newspapers are out of breath by Yiyang's fierce response. Today, this Chinese from the Wood District used his own actions to shut everyone up.

　　 Watching the 76ers lose in the U.S. Route Center Arena, watching Evan Turner go into the locker room under a towel. Yiyang suddenly smiled. He likes victory, especially this kind of victory that beats his opponent to the ground.

　　 There is no doubt that almost all the media who got permission to interview on the field gathered in front of Yiyang. Facing each camera, Yiyang did not show the smile just now. His cold eyes made the reporters shudder. I really don't know how it feels to be against such a guy.

"Also, you hit a large double-double with 23 points and 12 assists today. Why is your performance so much better than the previous two games today? Is it because of Turner?" The reporters did not waste time. , Went up and started asking questions.

"I got 12 points and 7 assists and 10 points and 7 assists respectively in the first two games. I think it's not bad? My passing at least helped the team run well." Faced with this problem, also Yang's answer did not mention the name Evan Turner at all.

　　Yiyang knows very well that the first two games were due to his short playing time, and Yiyang itself is not a data brush. That's why I got such "tepid" data.

　　 I don’t care about it at all. After all, in the mind of the No. 1 guard, the team's victory is the most important. The personal data of players is only a secondary condition.

　　 He really doesn't understand how something that he doesn't care much about has become a topic of hype in the media desperately. It can only show that this sinister place of the NBA is not much better than the Wood District.

"Turner only got 5 points and 6 rebounds today. This is the second time you defeated him on the basketball court after the NCAA. Do you have any comment on Turner this opponent?" The reporters continued to go deeper. More and more microphones have been handed to Yiyang's mouth.

　　 "The ranking and the competition have explained everything." Yiyang's answer did not save Turner any face. This guy who grew up in the Wood District knew that to be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to himself. If Turner, the person who won the game today, the national media and the commentators who are ready to watch the jokes, they will not let them go! Kindness is worthless on the court!

　　 After a group of American reporters finished asking questions, Chinese reporters with yellow skin and black hair rushed to Yiyang. When Yiyang watched a smiling old man walk towards him slowly, Yiyang suddenly became a little stunned.

"Yiyang! Hello! We are reporters from China Central Television, can we delay you for a few minutes?" The old man stretched out his right hand friendly, and Yiyang mechanically shook the opponent together and clicked nod.

　　 "Well, you are ready, we are going to turn on the camera." The old man said, tidying up his tie. After that, he helped Yiyang manage his jersey. He had long heard that Yiyang was notoriously difficult to interview, so the old man also used these details to subtly eliminate Yiyang's unfamiliarity with him.

　　 The photographer compares three fingers, and then put them away one by one. When the photographer's hand is clenched into a fist, it represents that the camera is turned on, and the images of Yiyang and the old man have been transmitted to the TV sets of all Chinese fans through satellite signals.

"Audience friends shouted hello. I am very fortunate to have invited Yiyang to be interviewed today! Yiyang, say hello to the Chinese fans!" The old man's kind smile and skilled opening remarks all reflect his rich experience. .

　　 "Hello everyone." Yiyang uttered Chinese fluently. Although he was not used to it, the old man who interviewed him still let out a sigh of relief. He was afraid. If Yiyang couldn't even speak Chinese, it would be in trouble.

"Yiyang, congratulations to you and the team for winning the game today! And you, almost played the best game of your career! So today, what drove you to play so well today?" the old man asked. The movements on the hands are also very rich at the time, and they always seem to be full of enthusiasm.

"Proof, I just want to prove myself. Since I was little, I grew up in the process of proving myself. People say that this guy can't do that, can't do this. But I won't be angry after listening. I just want to use actual actions to tell them that I can do it!" Yiyang didn't know why he said so much. Under normal circumstances, he would dismiss the reporter with a single sentence. Perhaps it was the old man in front of him who created a relaxed interview environment that was not so utilitarian.

"Then congratulations, you are very successful today! I think after today, there will be no more media outlets who dare to challenge you! Yiyang, I and all the Chinese fans in front of the TV are very curious. You are in the NBA Is the rapid progress on the field because you work harder when you train? Or is it because you are doing extra training?"

"Everyone’s content in the usual training sessions is arranged by the head coach. This is the same for everyone. But I practice more every day. This is a habit I developed in college. When it comes to this, I have to Thanks to my coach Mr. Stevens in college. It was him who let me know the necessity of training. It was him who made me find a way to become stronger." Yiyang still has no expression on his face, but the old man sees this young man The young man said so willingly, he knew he was half succeeded!

　　 "Additional training... Then, how many hours do you usually practice for a day?"

"Sometimes two hours, sometimes three hours or even more. It depends on whether I have had a game recently, and whether the intensity of formal training is too high, etc. It depends on various factors. Because additional training must also be tempered, otherwise You'll get hurt and sick."

　　 Yiyang just finished speaking, and the old man holding up the microphone with the "CCTV" logo was just about to ask the next question. An "uninvited guest" suddenly squeezed between the old man and Yiyang.

　　The visitor put his hand on Yiyang's shoulder affectionately, then pointed to the camera, laughed and choked. "This is the best Chinese player I have ever seen! We will win the championship together, watch it!"

　　 The visitor is no one else, but Terry the "Jet" who likes to joke with Yiyang. After Terry's "trouble" was over, he left with a big laugh.

"Hahahaha, just now Terry said that Yiyang is the best Chinese player he has ever seen! Moreover, they will go to win the championship together!" The old man translated a bunch of English that Terry said just now. Not everyone can understand the domestic football fans.

"Yiyang, it seems that you have a very good relationship with your teammates. In my impression, only very good friends will make things funny when the other party is interviewed. You and Terry, do you often make jokes?" I asked another question that fans are very concerned about. What is the state of Chinese players in the locker room of a bunch of foreigners? This mysterious picture always stimulates the curiosity of domestic fans.

　　 "Yes, we often make jokes. Terry is very good, although he doesn't look like that on the surface."

"I found out that you and Terry both have an O'Brien Cup tattoo on their right arm biceps~www.novelmtl.com~Why did you get a tattoo that is exactly the same?" The Chinese Basketball Player Mobilization Tattoo They are generally more constricted, and are usually stabilized in an invisible place such as the chest or back. It is really rare to see Yiyang directly tattooed on the arm.

　　 "He took me to get this, and it inspired us to keep moving towards the highest goal."

　　 "Okay, thank Yiyang very much, thank you for accepting our interview!" The old man finished speaking and shook hands with Yiyang again. Yiyang said goodbye to the camera and walked back to the player channel with a happy mood.

　　 "He is not as cold as the rumors." The photographer put down the machine on his shoulders with satisfaction, and kept smiling while looking at Yiyang's back.

　　 "He is a good boy, but he doesn't like being forced to be questioned by public officials. You have to chat with him, and chat, and the child will talk a lot."

　　 "It's still good for Zhang to guide you, hey, do you think that if he joins the national team, the weakness of our backcourt is completely solved?"

　　 Zhang Weiping looked up and looked at the statistics of Yiyang's game. In my mind, I also recalled the wonderful performance of Yiyang just now on the court.

　　 "I think he is likely to become the second flag of Chinese basketball after Yao Ming." Zhang Weiping's answer surprised the photographers. This former "Asia's best striker" would not easily give such a high evaluation to a player in private.

　　 Zhang Weiping was full of interest in Yiyang a long time ago, but until today, after he saw Yiyang play a game with his own eyes. Zhang Weiping discovered that this non-talking guy is even better than he thought!

　　 "Take off, kid... Take off." Watching Yiyang's back disappear at the corner of the player's passage, Zhang Weiping seemed to have a bright giant painting appearing in his mind.