After a long period of silence at Energy Solutions Arena, Jazz fans began to leave.

The result of this game made them all feel sick as if they had swallowed a dead fly.

Especially the Lakers No. 1, whose five-game winning streak at the last moment was really heart-wrenching.

The father and son took one last look at the Chinese man lying in the center circle of the court, shook their heads helplessly, and finally had no choice but to leave the field in silence.

I wasn't in the mood to eat the remaining half bucket of popcorn, so I threw it on the seat.

But, here in China.

Almost all fans are still in front of the screen.

Because they all know that Brother Yi, who scored 50 points in this game, will definitely have a post-game interview.

They wanted to hear what Brother Yi said.

Soon, a beautiful reporter from ESPN, Rachel, came over.

She had big golden waves and was wearing a tight skirt.

It is definitely not convenient to squat down and interview Wang Yi like this.

So she knelt down on her knees, held up her skirt with her left hand, and had a professional smile on her face.

I have to say that these ESPN reporters are very professional.

Even with this interview, Rachel didn't seem to mind.

And even though he has a professional smile on his face, he feels very enthusiastic.

She asked Wang Yi the first question:

"I'm sorry, Wang, for disturbing your rest. You look very tired and exhausted."

"Huh-huh-"

Wang Yi gasped and his eyelids slowly closed.

This was his answer.

He was so tired that he didn't even want to say anything.

Rachel continued:

"Thank you very much for accepting my interview. So the first question is, today is the first time you have scored 50 points, and it is also the first time a Chinese has scored 50 points in the NBA. How do you feel?"

Wang Yi was still breathing heavily.

But his mind was already racing.

The reporter's question today is one of the rare ones without any malicious intent.

He couldn't help but give Rachel a difficult smile and said:

"It feels great...so great."

Rachel nodded and said:

"Second question, the last five consecutive attacks are really beautiful. It's simply art. How did you do it?"

There is obviously nothing wrong with this question.

Wang Yi pointed to his head and said only one word:

"inspiration."

In that flash of light, there was no time to think.

It all depends on a sudden flash of inspiration.

Only then came the final moment, a five-hit series of fatal blows that were as if they were works of art.

Wang Yi then added:

"Actually, I also learned it from Teacher Ma."

"Who is Teacher Ma?"

Rachel asked confused.

Wang Yi took a breath and replied:

"The founder of the Lightning Five Continuous Whip, the originator of the hair extension technique, and the master of carelessness."

Rachel still looked confused.

In the Tencent live broadcast, Yang Yi, Wang Meng and Mina were already laughing.

Wang Meng translated Wang Yi's words.

The barrage suddenly became joyful.

"I see, Brother Yi's skills were passed down from Master Ma!"

"Ma Baoguo NBA divides the country!"

"It seems that I have learned the essence."

"My brother Dayi is really a special talent. I love him so much."

"This female reporter looks confused, so pitiful, hahahaha..."

Rachel was really confused.

What is the Five Lightning Whips?

What are hair extensions?

What's the point of not being careless?

Damn it, I didn’t do enough preparations.

It seems like we should learn more about China in the future.

But even though she was embarrassed, she still covered it up with the warm smile on her face.

Moving on to the third question:

"In the third quarter, your physical energy seemed to be exhausted. It was obvious that you were playing with your will after that. What kept you going until the end of the game?"

Wang Yi thought for a while.

There is still no problem with this issue.

He raised his right hand with difficulty and looked at his palm.

He turned his hand over again, looked at the back of it, and said:

"See? Yellow skin."

Rachel nodded, but she was a little confused.

Wang Yi pointed to his eyes again: "Black eyes."

Rachel seemed to understand a little bit.

Wang Yi took another breath and said:

"I just want to prove that yellow people can also gain a foothold in the NBA, and yellow people can also score high points in the NBA."

Rachel was slightly moved when she heard this.

I have long heard that the level of patriotism of Chinese people is far beyond that of Western citizens.

From Wang Yi’s point of view, this is indeed the case.

In the Tencent NBA live broadcast room, the barrage was boiling again.

"I love Brother Yi a lot."

"I love Brother Yi a lot."

"Brother Yi is truly worthy of being a Chinese. I have no regrets about joining China in this life."

on site.

Wang Yi finished the interview.

James and Caruso pulled Wang Yi up.

None of the other Lakers players returned to the locker room early.

They are all waiting for Wang Yi.

To be honest, this game was almost won by Wang Yi.

Without Wang Yi, this game, which was originally planned to be strategically abandoned, would never have been able to reach this level.

Back in the dressing room, Wang Yi went to take a bath first.

While taking a bath, James asked Caruso to watch over him.

I was afraid that Wang Yi would collapse inside because he was too tired.

After taking a bath, James pushed Wang Yi into the liquid nitrogen freezer.

After soaking for five minutes, Wang Yi felt that his body, which had been almost drained dry by himself, had regained some strength.

Half an hour later, the Lakers generals boarded the airport bus.

There are back-to-back games to be played tomorrow.

Everyone is tired, but this is the NBA.

A long 82-game regular season.

The endless road trips consume them physically and mentally to a great extent.

By the time the playoffs begin, the players are already very exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Under such circumstances, which player can still perform well in the playoffs will prove that this player's abilities are far superior to ordinary players.

The plane passed above the dark clouds.

It's very quiet in the cabin.

Some of the players were listening to music, some were watching movies, and some were chatting quietly.

Wang Yi had already fallen asleep.

In his sleep, a sweet smile faintly appeared on his tired face.

His legendary journey has just begun.

A luxury apartment building in New York.

The bearded man was sipping red wine and thinking about the game just now.

Said: "This Chinese, please be more careful."

Durant restarted the game, his fingers beating on the game controller.

He replied:

"It's just 50 per game. On January 26, we will let him see what a real scoring machine is."

The bearded man grinned.

A bunch of beard reveals white teeth.

"Aren't you the God of Death?"

Durant shook his head and said:

"The Grim Reaper can also be a scoring machine."

With that said, James, who was controlling the game, made a powerful and heavy chop.

Dunk Durant to the ground in the game.

He couldn't help but kicked the chair to the ground and cursed:

"Damn it LeBron, are you not going to age?"

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