When Mitchell's girlfriend interviewed him, he blurted out almost instinctively, "The boss, of course. The boss."
By now, his brownnosing had reached a whole new level.
It wasn't even deliberate anymore. He was a full-on, subconscious bootlicker.
Even when his brain wasn't thinking about it, his mouth would instinctively praise Wang Yi.
Mitchell's girlfriend frowned, apparently not very satisfied with his answer.
Praising Wang Yi was fine, but he was laying it on way too thick.
Anyone could see that the final steal had been mostly down to luck.
How could he claim Wang Yi had planned it in advance? What, did he have the ability to see the future? Give me a break.
So the reporter asked a second question:
"I want to make sure your answer was genuine, and not just you sucking up to Wang Yi."
Mitchell looked at his girlfriend and answered with a smile, "Come on, when have I ever sucked up to the boss? It's just the truth. I'm an honest man, and I've never buttered anyone up. I hate people who do."
As he spoke, he puffed out his chest, looking righteous and proud.
Mitchell's girlfriend was at a loss for words.
Then she asked him a question no one had expected.
"Fine. Since that's the case, I'll ask you one last question. If Wang and I both fell into the water, who would you save first?"
Mitchell didn't hesitate. "The boss, of course. The boss."
The interview made everyone laugh.
"This bootlicker really goes to any lengths to flatter Wang Yi."
"He'd even give up his girlfriend to suck up to Wang Yi."
"What do you know? For an NBA player like him, there are plenty of women out there, but he's only got one boss."
Everyone was waiting to see how