When reporters asked Jokic why he was so impulsive, he did not mince words:
"I fell into that guy's trap."
The reporters were stunned, waiting for the teacher to explain.
Teacher Yue shrugged: "As soon as he came on the stage, he kept irritating me with various actions and words. I think he caught my weakness. I was irritated. I was very disgusted with him at the time, so I hit him with a ball.
Him. But when I calmed down, I knew it was a trap from that guy."
"If I hadn't calmed down, I probably would have been ejected today."
"I hope he doesn't mind, and I hope we can become friends."
He concluded:
"That's a scary guy. He's too good at playing with his brain. So I would like to remind the Lakers' next opponents to pay attention to this guy. We were too careless with him before."
…
At the same time, in China, the Internet is already in full swing.
All kinds of praise for Wang Yi are endless.
"The whole league is scared, Wang Yi who scored 40 triple-doubles is scary"
"Brother Yi's first triple-double in the NBA, Westbrook is also scared of the triple-double machine"
"The Rain God doesn't rain three points, but instead rains violently. His fast break makes the entire league tremble."
If it were in the past, Wang Yi would definitely feel elated when he saw such reports.
But now, in his opinion, these have nothing to do with him.
The media is like this, if you perform poorly in a certain game, they can trample you to death.
If you perform well in a certain game, they will praise you.
So what you have to do is just take a look and don't take it seriously.
Of course, there are also weird things like Durant's case of playing trumpet and exchanging hateful comments.
But that’s really not Wang Yi’s style.
Of course, there are also some more pertinent basketball celebrities.
Basketball blogger Jiangnan Zicheng:
Congratulations to Wang Yi for scoring his first triple-double in the NBA. He is the pride of our China. How many years has it been since we saw a Chinese being so proud in the NBA?
However, Wang Yi's style of play is too life-threatening and too easy to get injured. And if he is wasted like this in the regular season, what will he do in the playoffs?
This is an issue that Wang Yi’s trainers and coaches should consider.
…
On the American side, American Yang Yi and Steve A. Smith are still mercilessly attacking Wang Yi.
"With his style of play, he can play until he is 30 years old at most."
"Many fans like his violent style of play, but as a professional player, this style of play will greatly shorten his career."
"So what he did was actually quite stupid, just downright stupid."
"His behavior will have a very bad influence on many children. If all the children learn his style of play, then the sport of basketball will be over. If they all use brute force as soon as they go on the court, what else is there in this sport?
I mean, it’s better to watch football.”
Smith's words were very strong.
That's how he is, if he doesn't like a certain athlete, he will criticize everything.
In short, there is nothing wrong with you.
It's wrong to play ball, wrong to eat, and wrong to use the toilet.
James had been hacked by him for more than ten years.
To be able to hack a superstar for more than ten years, this guy is more dedicated than 100% of the black men.
But Wang Yi still doesn’t know about this.
Even if he knew, he didn't care.
These guys make money from black superstars.
The fact that this guy is able to hack himself just proves that his influence is constantly expanding.
At this time, the Lakers players were packing their things.
Because they had to fly to Sacramento overnight, the game the day after tomorrow was scheduled for noon.
Players all suffer from altitude sickness to some extent and must have enough rest time to adjust.
The two rookies who arrived on the team this year have already started carrying everyone's backpacks, shoes and other items on the team to the bus.
This is a required course for every rookie after coming to the NBA.
When they opened the door, they found two people standing at the door of the locker room.
One man and one woman, both Chinese.
"I'm sorry, can I go in and see Wang Yi?"
A timid voice said.
Wang Yi recognized Zuo Xiao's voice.
Look at all the teammates who have sorted themselves out.
He said: "Zuo Xiao, come in."
Zuo Xiao entered the locker room and saw these guys who were about two meters tall and thick-waisted, and couldn't help but feel a little timid.
After all, I have never faced so many strong men in such a small environment before.
But soon she saw Wang Yi lying on the floor at the back of the dressing room, and quickly walked over.
Those strong men knew that Zuo Xiao was Wang Yi's reporter, so they didn't take it seriously.
Their eyes didn't even stay too long on Zuo Xiao.
Because Zuo Xiao, a Xiaojiabiyu-type oriental girl, does not fit their aesthetic taste.
They all like plump ones with big breasts and wide buttocks.
Seeing Wang Yi still lying on the floor, Zuo Xiao asked quickly:
"How do you feel now?"
Wang Yi joked: "You come to see me and I feel much better."
Zuo Xiao couldn't help but blush slightly, and said: "Brother Yi, I brought you some medicine to relieve altitude sickness. You should feel better after taking it."
Wang Yi shook his head: "If I don't get through this time, will I have to take medicine every time I come here in the future?"
Zuo Xiao understood what Wang Yi meant and said, "Then how can I make you feel better?"
Wang Yi said: "Just lie down like this and rest for a while and you'll be fine."
Sima Liang, the cameraman behind Zuo Xiao, asked Wang Yi: "Brother Wang, can I... shoot? I know it's not suitable now, but... if a documentary is produced in the future, this will be very important."
Wang Yi smiled: "I've only played well for a few days, are you sure it's worth making a documentary?"
The cameraman Sima Liang is not like Zuo Xiao, he is a shrewd guy.
He replied: "Of course, of course. Brother Wang, it would be unreasonable if you don't make a documentary. And what's the point of a documentary? In the future, Sports Illustrated and Time covers, as long as Brother Yi maintains the level you are at now, it's not like you have a hand in hand."
Clutched."
Wang Yi nodded slightly: "Just take pictures, it doesn't matter. But be careful not to take pictures of other teammates. They don't like to be disturbed in their private time."
Sima Liang was a little apologetic: "I'm sorry, Brother Wang, for disturbing your private time."
Wang Yi shook his head and joked: "It doesn't matter. When Jack Ma started his business, he had a camera to follow him at all times. I also want to be Jack Ma in the basketball world, so naturally I have to have a camera. I'm not used to it yet."
This sentence made both Sima Liang and Zuo Xiao laugh out loud.
The teammates didn't understand what they were talking about, and they all looked at the three people with blank expressions.
More than twenty minutes later, the coach came back and asked the players to get on the bus:
"The train will leave in five minutes. Get on when everyone is ready. How are you, Wang? Can you leave?"
Wang Yi nodded: "Much better."
Then he struggled against the discomfort in his body and sat up.
Caruso and Kuzma helped him to the chair next to him.
Wang Yi felt a little disgusted when he moved like this.
The headache got a little worse.
Seeing Wang Yi's somewhat painful expression, Vogel asked: "Wang, are you sure it's okay?"
Wang Yi nodded: "No problem."
"Then get in the car and have a good rest on the plane."
Wang Yi said: "Coach, can you wait a little longer? I have something else to do."
Chapter completed!