Chen grinned as he shook hands with the female reporter in front of him, then turned toward the camera and waved to the fans watching on the other side of it in greeting.
"Chen Xi, first of all, congratulations on winning tonight's game. With this victory, the Thunder Team have taken a 2–0 lead in the series once again. Was this outcome part of what you expected going into the series?"
"Um... no. Honestly, winning two straight games on Brooklyn's home court is pretty incredible. They're really strong. In Game 1, they might still have been recovering from just finishing a Game 7. But tonight, they showed fans around the world just how deep their talent runs. We were on the back foot for almost the entire game. If it weren't for that shot at the very end, we'd have lost tonight."
"Okay, next question. You put up a spectacular near triple-double tonight: 41 points, 9 rebounds, 15 assists, 3 steals, and 3 blocks. How would you rate your performance? If 10 is a perfect score, what would you give yourself?"
"Oh! That sounds pretty good. If you hadn't told me, I probably wouldn't have known my stats until I got back to the locker room. Not one of them came over to hand me a stat sheet... Uh, overall, I think I did pretty well. I'd give myself an 8. I practically filled up the stat sheet, haha. But I could've done more on defense... Oh, how many turnovers did I have? I think I had two, and they were both pretty bad passes..."
"You had four turnovers tonight."
"Ah... that's a little high."
"Sounds like you're not satisfied?"
"Yeah. If I'd done better, we could've closed the gap sooner instead of relying on such a close call at