Beautiful Reporter Zhou Ling'an

Being far away in a foreign land, Wang Yi was naturally happy to meet a compatriot.

Seeing that Wang Yi agreed, the staff member quickly nodded, "Okay, I'll have her come over right away."

Soon, a beautiful reporter walked over with a cameraman.

Wang Yi turned his head to look.

He saw that the beautiful reporter had long, flowing hair and was wearing a tight, white, mini-dress.

Her fiery figure was vividly outlined by the outfit.

Wang Yi naturally recognized her: Zhou Ling'an.

When Wang Yi first landed in the NBA, he had already accepted an exclusive interview with her.

Chinese fans who frequently watch the NBA should be familiar with her.

She often conducted post-game interviews with some players after the games.

However, her status in the NBA was clearly far below that of the big-name reporters from TNT and ESPN.

So, under normal circumstances, her post-game interviews wouldn't get big-name players.

She more often interviewed role players.

"Wang Yi, we meet again."

She greeted him generously first.

It wasn't the first time they had met, and it was rare to hear Mandarin in the NBA, which made Wang Yi feel very close to her.

He also smiled, "We meet again."

Zhou Ling'an said, "Congratulations on your outstanding performance tonight and for hitting the crucial shot."

Wang Yi nodded, "Thank you."

Zhou Ling'an continued, "You only played 15 minutes tonight, shooting 9 for 13 from three-point range, with 28 points, 2 steals, 2 assists, and 1 block. How do you feel internally after putting out such an excellent performance?"

Wang Yi put on a thoughtful expression.

As if he were organizing his words.

Zhou Ling'an didn't rush him.

She knew that all NBA players had to undergo interview training after entering the NBA.

They all knew what to say and what not to say.

After a moment, Wang Yi seemed to have made up his mind and organized his thoughts.

He replied, "Awesome!"

"Uh..."

Zhou Ling'an was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter.

After all that preparation, he just came up with one word?

The cameraman also couldn't hold back his laughter, and the camera started to shake slightly.

After a moment, Zhou Ling'an managed to suppress her laughter and asked:

"What fueled such an outstanding performance?"

This time, Wang Yi didn't hesitate and replied directly:

"So I could be interviewed by you after the game."

Zhou Ling'an's face bloomed into a smile again, "You're really humorous."

Next, Zhou Ling'an asked, "Last question, many fans in China support you. Is there anything you'd like to say to them?"

Wang Yi nodded, "To the fans who support me, I won't let you down. As for the haters, feel free to flame all you want. If I even acknowledge you, I'm the loser."

Zhou Ling'an was slightly taken aback.

Wang Yi seemed quite gentle on the surface.

He didn't expect him to say something so direct.

But thinking about it, Wang Yi hadn't performed well in the past two years, and many fans in China gradually stopped paying attention to him.

This was understandable.

He had accepted the haters constantly criticizing his play.

However, many haters escalated to personal attacks, even attacking Wang Yi's family.

It was impossible to say that Wang Yi wasn't angry.

Now that he had played so outstandingly, he could finally hold his head high.

His words now were a response to the long-term criticism from the haters.

Understanding this, Zhou Ling'an smiled and said, "Wang Yi, thank you for accepting the interview. I look forward to you continuing to play brilliantly in the next game."

Wang Yi nodded, "I look forward to seeing you again."

"Goodbye."

Wang Yi said goodbye to Zhou Ling'an.

Then he walked towards the player tunnel.

However, when he entered the player tunnel, he was slightly stunned.

James was waiting for him at the entrance of the player tunnel.

Generally, when a role player has an exceptionally outstanding performance, James and Thick Eyebrows would wait for him at the player tunnel entrance when returning to the locker room after the game.

Today, Wang Yi had such an outstanding performance and even hit the near game-winner.

He naturally deserved such treatment.

James patted Wang Yi on the shoulder and said, "Brother, come with me to the press conference later. You're not going to block their locker room door again asking for money, are you?"

Wang Yi laughed heartily, "Of course."

After returning to the locker room and taking a bath, Wang Yi followed James to the post-game press conference.

This was Wang Yi's first time attending a post-game press conference.

Wang Yi answered all the questions from the reporters one by one.

His answers were flawless, and he occasionally cracked a joke or two, making the press conference hall erupt in laughter.

Meanwhile, inside the Staples Center Arena, at the jersey sales area.

A blonde boy, about ten years old, rushed in in a hurry.

He held $10 in his hand.

He said to the store clerk, "I want a Lakers #1 jersey."

The clerk shook his head, "Sorry, we don't have any #1 jerseys."

The boy looked confused, "How is that possible? #1, the player who hit the near game-winner tonight, Wang, his jersey."

The clerk shook his head again and smiled, "I'm really sorry, he's currently on a short contract. We don't sell jerseys of players on short contracts in our store."

10-day short contract players have non-guaranteed contracts.

He might be waived immediately after this game.

And even if he's not waived, he'll only play for the team for 10 days.

After 10 days, he might go to another team, or no team might sign him again.

Naturally, they wouldn't sell their jerseys.

The boy became anxious after hearing this.

"Then what should I do? I just want Wang's jersey."

The clerk shrugged.

He said, "Sorry, if you have a phone number, you can leave it. If we get his jersey someday, we'll notify you immediately."

As they were talking, the boy's parents followed him into the store.

After understanding the situation, they left their phone number.

Then they took the boy away.

Before leaving, the boy repeatedly urged the clerk:

"If his jersey arrives, please notify me immediately. I really want his jersey."

Meanwhile, some fans were also posting on Twitter.

"It's ridiculous that there are no Wang jerseys."

"I heard that because Wang is on a 10-day short contract, the Lakers should give him a guaranteed contract immediately?"

"Pelinka, get moving."

However, Pelinka did not act immediately.

Wang Yi didn't care about this either.

Through these two games, he had proven his worth.

A quality 3D Player is definitely highly sought after in the NBA.

Even if the Lakers didn't give him a guaranteed contract, he believed other teams would be eager to offer him one.

Moreover, the Lakers are currently most in need of quality 3D Players.

He believed Pelinka wouldn't remain indifferent.

In the evening, Wang Yi followed Caruso back to his home.

He slept in the garage again.

Who would have thought that the player who performed like he did tonight was lodging in a teammate's garage?

However, Wang Yi knew he would soon move out of this garage.

He turned on his phone and put on his headphones.

Through the headphones, Guo Degang's crosstalk came on.

After entering the NBA, on countless disappointing nights, he could only fall asleep by listening to Guo Degang's crosstalk.

Although tonight wasn't a disappointing one, listening to Guo Degang's crosstalk to fall asleep had clearly become his habit.