A Competitor Living a Pretty Good Little Life (Part 2)

During the sideline interview, the beautiful TNT reporter asked Wang Yi three questions.

The first question:

"Wang, before this game, you boasted that you were here to conquer the NBA, which angered almost everyone. Charles Barkley even said you would never score 30 points again. If you did, he would kiss a donkey's ass. Today, you scored 32 points. What are your thoughts on this?"

Wang Yi heard this and glanced at the beautiful reporter.

She looked quite pretty, but her intentions were far from good.

It was already difficult for him, a man from China, to establish himself in the NBA, which was full of Westerners.

Yet, these reporters were constantly digging traps for him.

He had already slapped Barkley's face with facts, and everyone knew it.

Following normal logic, if someone treated him poorly, he didn't need to be polite in return.

Since he had proven Barkley wrong, he should naturally mock him when asked about it.

Didn't many NBA stars do the same?

However, Wang Yi's earlier statement about conquering the NBA had already angered almost everyone.

If he said anything inappropriate now, these reporters would undoubtedly twist his words.

Then the fans' impression of him would worsen.

His claim to conquer the NBA was the truth.

He had already caused trouble, so be it.

But there was no need to create more trouble at this moment.

Facing the female reporter, Wang Yi showed a subtle smile, characteristic of Easterners.

He said:

"I believe Charles."

The beautiful reporter was slightly taken aback.

She had expected Wang Yi to give a long speech, mocking Barkley.

That way, she could make a big story out of it back at the station.

She hadn't expected Wang Yi's answer to be so brief.

"I believe Charles."

The statement sounded friendly enough.

There was nothing wrong with it on the surface.

But upon closer thought, it wasn't quite like that.

Barkley had said that if Wang Yi scored over 30 points, he would kiss a donkey's ass. Wang Yi said he believed him.

Wasn't that essentially forcing Barkley to kiss a donkey's ass?

It seemed like there was a lot to write about.

However, this statement had ambiguity.

No matter how big the story, Wang Yi could simply explain it away at the end: "I just meant I believe Charles, I had no other intention. The reporter is distorting my words."

Thinking this, the beautiful reporter's understanding of Wang Yi deepened.

This Chinese man was not simple.

So, she tossed another sharp question.

"Hachimura Rui said before the game that he would teach you a lesson, but he only scored 15 points and 5 rebounds. You, on the other hand, scored 32 points and had 10 blocks. You scored 20 of those points over him, and 6 of your blocks were against him. Do you have anything to say about such an opponent?"

To this question, Wang Yi directly raised his head and replied:

"Is he my opponent?"

The beautiful reporter asked back in confusion, "Isn't he?"

Wang Yi smiled, his words carrying a hint of disdain as he directly denied it:

"I never considered him an opponent."

This statement also carried ambiguity.

One could interpret it as Wang Yi not seeing the other player as an opponent, but perhaps as a friend.

Or, it could mean that Wang Yi never took the other player seriously.

Simply put, he wasn't worthy!

Of course, with Wang Yi's expression and demeanor at that moment, combined with his words, any Chinese person would understand it as the latter.

However, the NBA had explicit regulations prohibiting insults and provocations towards opponents during interviews.

Hachimura Rui's pre-game declaration had the potential to be seen as provoking an opponent.

Wang Yi had already received word that the league would investigate the matter later.

If true, Hachimura Rui would face a fine.

And even a suspension in severe cases.

This was why Wang Yi had answered with words that could be interpreted in multiple ways.

Seeing that Wang Yi wasn't falling for it, the reporter secretly shook his head.

He asked a third question, a simple one, and then hastily wrapped things up.

Only then did Zhou Ling'an, accompanied by the cameraman, quickly walk over.

She was slightly excited and said to Wang Yi:

"Wang Yi, thank you for letting me interview you. I was almost overwhelmed with flattery when the staff came to notify me."

Wang Yi shook his head and said:

"Our status in the NBA is still too low right now."

Zhou Ling'an and the cameraman listened, their expressions dimming.

No one felt this more deeply than they did.

Chinese people were already discriminated against in the West.

And within the league, this feeling was even more pronounced.

When domestic reporters reported from the sidelines, they were always assigned the worst viewing spots.

During post-game interviews, domestic reporters could only interview role players and rarely got access to star players.

Everyone knew that this situation was difficult to change in a short period.

So, they could only endure it for now, with no other options.

At this moment, Wang Yi raised his head, his face filled with a confident and spirited smile:

"But I believe that one day, our reporters will be able to interview whomever they want, wherever they want. And that day will not be far off!"

Zhou Ling'an looked at Wang Yi in surprise upon hearing this.

She didn't understand why Wang Yi had such confidence.

However, she was still infected by Wang Yi's passion and couldn't help but nod:

"Yes, I believe it too."

The cameraman also couldn't help but nod heavily:

"I believe it too!"

Of course, Wang Yi's words were spoken in private.

After her excitement subsided, Zhou Ling'an signaled the cameraman to turn on the camera.

She then said to Wang Yi:

"Shall we begin?"

Subsequently, the footage captured by the camera was transmitted back to the Tencent NBA Live Broadcast Room.

The two commentators in the broadcast room were discussing the recent game. When they saw the screen switch to Wang Yi's perspective, their eyes lit up.

They had all thought Zhou Ling'an wouldn't be able to interview Wang Yi, so they were surprised she had succeeded.

On the screen.

Zhou Ling'an asked Wang Yi:

"First question: Wang Yi, you achieved a double-double with 32 points and 10 blocks in this game. What's your secret to such an outstanding performance?"

Wang Yi smiled.

These words were much more pleasant to hear.

Not like those foreign reporters who were always trying to trap him.

Wang Yi thought for a moment and replied:

"Perhaps because the opposing team had some guys from... "

He stopped there, feigning a slip of the tongue, and quickly covered up:

"Some guys from... living a good life... who live a good life, so I played with more passion."

As soon as he said this, the bullet comments in the Tencent NBA Live Broadcast Room exploded.

"Hahahaha hahahaha..."

"Guys living a good life, 66666666!"

"Brother Yi is so good at memes. Love Brother Yi!"

"From passerby to fan, I'm a fan now!"

"I've decided, I'm sticking with you from now on, Brother Yi!"

"Brother Yi, just for those words, I forgive your previous boasting."

At this point, even Hei Zi didn't dare to show his face.

It was a joke, who would show their face at a time like this and not be asking for death?

Zhou Ling'an couldn't help but want to laugh at this moment.

But as a professional reporter, she could only maintain a professional smile.

She couldn't burst out laughing.

No matter how funny it was, she couldn't laugh.

She could only suppress her laughter and continue to ask the second question.