The female reporter had thought it through.
Wang Yi had only said she would date Mitchell. He hadn't said how long they had to date, so she could go out with Mitchell for two or three days, then say they weren't compatible and break up.
Besides, while dating Mitchell, she'd be able to visit the Kings often and learn plenty about Wang Yi and James. That would be a huge help to her work.
Wasn't Nicole so popular now because she had so much firsthand information about Wang Yi?
Most importantly, if she told people about her bet with Wang Yi, it would inevitably attract countless fans.
So, until the bet was settled, her name and Wang Yi's would be mentioned together before almost every Kings game.
That would be nothing but beneficial for her.
That was why she agreed.
Back in the Kings' locker room, Mitchell saw what had happened at the press conference and excitedly slapped the table. "No way, the boss is really going to set me up with a beauty this time. I hope he averages 80 points a game this season and gets me two female reporters. That'd be amazing."
The others couldn't help giving Mitchell a look.
"You trying to run the boss into the ground?"
"Could you even handle two female reporters, with that little body of yours?"
Mitchell waved a hand. "I've got a nickname: Zhao Zilong of Changbanpo."
The others didn't know Chinese culture, so they had no idea what "Zhao Zilong of Changbanpo" meant.
Mitchell continued smugly, "He fought his way in and out seven times amid a massive army."
The others got the gist and chuckled.
"Only seven times? You're pretty pathetic."
Mitchell glared at his teammates. "It's a figure of speech, got it? It means you can go