One Guard

"23 points and 12 assists!?" A fat man with a shiny face yelled into the phone. These two figures seemed unbelievable to him.

"That's right, 23 points and 12 assists. This is simply... the statistics of a top NBA point guard!" The phone was full of noisy voices, as if the caller was at the game site.

"So, Turner's performance..."

"Turner only got 5 points and 6 rebounds, and his shooting percentage...only 33% from the field."

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

"You should watch the video of the game, boss. I think our newspaper should stop reporting those mocking news. I have been a basketball reporter for ten years, and I can see that this kid is by no means ordinary. generation!"

"But... I even saved the layout! Turner's raging probation, the rookie ranking has been questioned. I even thought about the title!" The fat man looked at the trial printing of tomorrow's newspaper in his hand Originally thought that 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 the questionable rookie rankings.

"We have to overthrow everything and start over again. If our newspaper wants to sell tomorrow, we have to rewrite all the press releases. Not to mention, I have come over. Now, I have to try to interview Interview him." After speaking, the reporter working on the scene hung up the phone, leaving only the chubby newspaper owner sitting in his seat, staring at the trial printing version of the newspaper in his hand in a daze.

Not only this fat boss, but at this moment, countless newspaper offices were beaten out of breath by Yiyang's vicious response. Today, the Chinese from the Wood District used his actual actions to shut everyone up.

Watching the 76ers lose at the American Airlines Center, watching Evan Turner sneak into the locker room with a towel on. Yiyang suddenly smiled, he likes victory, especially this kind of victory that beats the opponent to pieces.

Undoubtedly, almost all the media that had obtained permission to perform interviews gathered in front of Yiyang. Facing the cameras one by one, Yiyang did not show the smile just now. His cold eyes made the reporters shudder. I really don't know what it's like to play against such a guy.

"Also, you played 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 didn't waste time , went up and started asking questions.

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

Yiyang is very clear that the first two games were due to his playing time was too short, and Yiyang himself is not a stat brush. That's why we got such "tepid" data.

In this regard, I don't care at all. After all, in the mind of this No. 1 defender, the team's victory is the most important thing. The player's personal data is only a secondary condition.

He really didn't understand how something that even he didn't care much about became a topic that the media desperately hyped up. It can only show that the dangerous place of the NBA is not much better than the Wood District.

"Turner only scored 5 points and 6 rebounds today. This is also the second time you have defeated him on the basketball court after the NCAA. Do you have any comments on Turner as an opponent?" The reporters continued to dig deeper,

More and more microphones have been handed to Yiyang's mouth.

"The ranking and the competition have already explained everything." Yiyang's answer did not save Turner any face. The guy who grew up in the Woodlands knew that to be kind to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself. If Turner, who won the game today, the national media and those commentators who are ready to watch jokes, they will not let themselves go! Mercy is worthless in the arena!

After a group of American reporters finished asking questions, Chinese reporters with yellow skin and black hair flocked to Yiyang. When Yiyang watched a smiling old man walking towards him slowly, Yiyang was suddenly a little dazed.

"Yiyang! Hello! We are reporters from China Central Television, can I delay you for a few minutes?" The old man extended his right hand in a friendly way, and Yiyang mechanically shook hands with the other party, and clicked nod.

"Okay, get ready, we're going to turn on the camera." The old man said, straightening his tie. After that, he helped Yiyang straighten his jersey. He has long heard that Yiyang is notoriously difficult to interview, so the old man uses these details to subtly eliminate Yiyang's strangeness towards him.

The photographer showed three fingers, and then put them away one by one. When the photographer's hand is clenched into a fist, it means that the camera is turned on, and the image of Yiyang and the old man has been broadcast to TV sets of Chinese fans through satellite signals.

"Everyone from the audience applauds. It's a great honor that we have invited Yiyang to be interviewed today! Yiyang, say hello to the fans in China!" The old man's kind smile and skillful opening remarks all reflect his rich experience .

"Hello everyone." Yiyang spoke 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 that if Yiyang couldn't even speak Chinese well, he 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?" the old man asked The movements of the hands are also very rich, and they always seem to be full of enthusiasm.

"Prove, I just want to prove myself. I grew up proving myself. People say this guy can't do that, can't do this. But I don't get mad when I hear it, I just want to tell them with practical actions, I can do it!" Yi Yang didn't know why he said so much, usually, he would dismiss the reporters with just a word. Perhaps, the old man in front of him created a less utilitarian and relaxed interview environment for him.

"Then congratulations, you have done a very successful job today! I think after today, few media will dare to argue with you anymore! Yiyang, I and all the Chinese fans in front of the TV are very curious. You in the NBA Is the rapid improvement on the field because you train harder? Or is it because you have extra training?"

"In the usual training sessions, everyone's content is arranged by the head coach. Everyone is similar. But I practice more almost every day. This is a habit I developed when I was in college. Speaking of this, I have to Thanks to Mr. Stevens, my coach 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 had no expression on his face, but the old man saw this young man If the young man is so willing to say it, he knows that he has won half the battle!

"Practice more... so, how many hours do you usually practice extra a day?"

"Sometimes two hours, sometimes three hours or more. It depends on whether I have a game recently, and whether the intensity of formal training is too high. Because extra training must be restrained, otherwise There will be injuries."

Just after Yiyang finished speaking, the old man who raised the microphone with the "CCTV" logo on it 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 at the camera, and laughed loudly. "This is the best Chinese player I have ever seen! We will win the championship together, watch!"

The visitor was none other than "Jet" Terry who liked to joke with Yiyang. After Terry's "troubleshooting" was over, he left with a big smile.

"Hahahaha, just now Terry said that Yiyang is the best Chinese player he has ever seen! Besides, they will go to win the championship together!" The old man translated a bunch of what Terry said just now. Not everyone who watches football in China can understand it.

"Yiyang, it seems that the relationship between you and your teammates is very good. In my impression, only very good friends will be funny when the other party is being interviewed. You and Terry, do you often joke around?" The old man took advantage of the topic, Asked another question that fans are very concerned about. What is the state of the Chinese players in the locker room of a bunch of foreigners? This kind of mysterious picture can always stimulate the curiosity of domestic fans.

"Yeah, we joke a lot. Terry is pretty good, even though he doesn't look like that on the surface."

"I found that both you and Terry have a tattoo of the O'Brien Cup on the bicep of the right arm. Why do you have the exact same tattoo?" The tattoos of Chinese basketball players are generally more restrained, usually They are all placed on the chest or back where they cannot be seen. It's really rare to have a tattoo directly on the arm like Yiyang's.

"This is what he took me to do, and it inspired us to always move towards the highest goal."

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

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

"He's a good boy, but he doesn't like to be questioned by businessmen. You have to chat with him, and the kid talks too much."

"You are still very good at coaching Zhang. Hey, do you think that if he joins the national team, our weakness in the backcourt will be completely solved?"

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

"I think he is likely to become the second banner 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 had been interested in Yiyang a long time ago, but until today, when he watched Yiyang play a game with his own eyes. Only then did Zhang Weiping realize that this quiet guy was even better than he had imagined!

"Take off, boy... let's take off." Seeing Yiyang's back disappear into the corner of the player's tunnel, Zhang Weiping seemed to have a bright giant painting in his mind.