Today was a miserable but lucky day for Chris Bosh, at least that's what he thought.

I got bad food, got my stomach up, and vomited continuously.

This caused his weight to drop by 3 kilograms in a sudden.

Bosh really wants to promote this way of losing weight, but this will definitely be strongly criticized by all fitness experts, which is contrary to the viewpoint of healthy weight loss. Just forget it.

As an NBA player and as an NBA player who begs for food in the inside, weight is very important to him.

Weight means strength, weight means confrontation, weight means whether he is a first-rate or a Dragon King with a blocked 10 per game.

As a power forward, he has a perfect figure and can score 2010 every night as he wants; if he wants to play center, just like in the Heat, he faces the center every night, and helps the Chosen son pull space. Not to mention the sharp decline in efficiency and tactical status, he often only grabs one rebound after a game, and is fucked by the opponent's center all night. This kind of pain is not something that ordinary people can bear.

Therefore, losing three pounds of weight is a very serious consequence for Bosh. He will have to work hard to make up for these three pounds of weight in the future.

However, it's not all bad things.

This allowed him to avoid playing against Duncan. Although Li Xing had applied to Triano to play against Duncan; although even if Li Xing did not apply, Duncan, as a nominal power forward, actually the center will play against Li Xing, but Bosh was still unsure.

Now that he finally had an excuse to escape tonight.

When he walked out of the lounge and came to the scene, he found that the team won 15 points.

"Wow, it seems that my absence inspired you. I am proud of you and myself. I didn't expect that I am so important to you!" Bosh said to himself.

Calderon drank Gatorade, heard Bosh's words and said, "Chris, it's a pity that you didn't play tonight."

"Oh? Is it? How do you say it?" Bosh asked.

"It's hard to see anyone who can suppress Tim Duncan to this point again," Calderon smiled.

Bosh asked, "Who suppressed Tim Duncan? Wait a minute, don't say it's Andrea Banyani. If so, I'll jump off the building immediately!"

"Why?"

"Because I must be dreaming, it's still the kind of unreasonable nightmare, I must wake up!" Bosh said fiercely.

"Poor Barney."

Calderon said, and then said, "It's not him, it's Rachi." "Is Rachi?" Bosh was not surprised by this answer.

"Is this a nightmare?" Calderon jokingly said, "Do you want to jump off the building?"

"It doesn't have to be, I believe it's true."

Bosh said: "This guy has surpassed me again, this is his second time this season, and as a rookie, he is very good!"

"hehe."

Calderon smiled a little awkwardly, and Bosh's unintentional self-confidence always made him want to laugh.

Li Xing finally climbed out of the human mountain, and the reporter at the scene held the microphone in front of him: "Lachi, congratulations on winning. Do you have anything to say?"

"Thank you my teammates, my coach, my fans, and everyone." Li Xing thanked everyone in a formal manner.

"You got a four-double tonight, you're the fifth player in history to get a four-double, what does that mean to you?"

"This means I will get a lot of four pairs in the future. I'm ready. Today is a good start." Li Xing said arrogantly.

The reporters on the scene are not like those who have endless questions in the press conference. They usually only ask two or three questions, and Li Xing's answer is not as thrilling as the press conference.

In fact, Li Xing doesn’t really want to attend a press conference now. He just wants to hide in the shower room, turn on the system while taking a shower, and check the rewards for completing the challenge.

"Rachy, are you going to come to the press conference?"

Triano asked reluctantly.

Li Xing actually didn't want to go: "Can I not go?" "This..." Triano was embarrassed, he was really embarrassed.

He knew that if Li Xing was asked to go to a press conference, he would slaughter the headlines of major media sports versions tomorrow.

However, as the absolute protagonist of tonight and as the fifth player in history to win a four-double, if he misses tonight's press conference...

Triano himself wanted to escape. Although he was very happy to see Li Xing performing on the court, every time he was happy, when the press conference was about to be removed from Li Xing, he wanted to bury Li Xing under the ground, so that his mouth would not cause trouble everywhere.

"Rachy, tonight is special, you have to attend."

Who knows how determined Triano made to say this.

Li Xing looked disgusted with "Okay, this is what you forced me", "Then let's go."

"Lach, listen to my advice and don't say anything you shouldn't say." Triano no longer talks to Li Xing and said openly: "You know how to deal with reporters. I know you're just too lazy to talk nonsense to them, but this is very important, it's part of the interview etiquette."

"I will."

That's weird.

How do you trigger events if you speak well?

If the incident cannot be triggered, why should I waste so much time with those who only know how to write articles with Jiba?

So Triano's words just entered Li Xing's left ear and flew out of his right ear in less than a second.

Li Xing's presence excited the reporters present.

Triano looked at the reporter and said, "Hurry, hurry up and ask, ask the questions you have prepared, Lachi and I are ready."

"Tim said that your defense impressed him, you are Bill Russell of this era."

"What do you think of this evaluation?"

Now the reporters know how to deal with Li Xing, so there is no need to tempt him. He will tie the bomb and jump into the pit and die with the air.

"Bill Russell?"

"snort!"

Li Xing smiled disdainfully and asked, "Who is Bill Russell?"

Triano's cheeks swollen rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, his lips pursed inward, and his eyes seemed to burst open, filled with blood.

What is this saying?

Who is Bill Russell?

You play basketball, not football, nor rugby. Now you actually ask Bill Russell who is?

The reporter was also stunned: "Rachy, are you kidding?"

"Uh...I'm kidding."

The system quickly introduced Bill Russell to Li Xing, and he had to change his tone, but the words he said seemed to be more serious than "Who is Bill Russell?": "I don't like this evaluation."

"Bill Russell is not as tall as 220 cm. He is not as tall as me, not as fast as me, not as strong as me, and not as strong as me, nor is he averaging 7 blocks per game. Oh no, they didn't even have block statistics in their era."

Li Xing was not afraid of provoking trouble, he was afraid that he had nothing to do. After blurting out his words without respect to his predecessor, Triano's face had turned into a pig's liver.

A reporter from Boston said angrily: "Bill has eleven rings, what do you have?"

“I have a height of 220 cm and a wingspan of 250 cm.”

After saying that, Li Xing mockedly made a victory gesture to the Boston reporter.

These few sentences set the tone for the press conference, and Li Xing continued to create the image of a bastard rookie who is "no constrained, arrogant, rude, and completely rude."

The older generation of fans, professional basketball reporters, commentators, and celebrities who were attacked by him for no reason were very disgusted with him.

New fans and young fans who are not interested in the history of NBA are crazy about Li Xing.

There are many people who like him, and there are many people who hate him.

These two groups have a common feature: that is madness.

Either crazy annoying or crazy obsession.

After the press conference, Triano felt halfway through the ground.

The two walked together in the corridor.

Triano asked, "Rach, what is the purpose of saying those words?" "Purpose?" Li Xing smiled and said, "There is no purpose."

"Then I don't understand, why do you say that?" Triano didn't understand.

Stars of tomorrow like Li Xing usually care about their image very much, fearing that the outside world will regard themselves as a bastard, and the league will never promote a new star with a bad reputation.

With Li Xing's conditions, he is definitely the number one contender for the next generation of league helmsmans, and he has no reason to do so.

"Coach, if I say, I just think this is more fun, do you believe it?"

Li Xing couldn't explain to him, so he could only pretend to be heartless.

"My career is over when I get into a little bastard like you." Triano sighed.

As the head coach, if the rookie in the team is rude and causes trouble, a slight disciplinary slap in the team cannot escape the blame for being awkward.

Those idle people who like to exaggerate themselves will even add to him the blame for "no authority, no talent, no morals, indulge rookies, and do evil."

"Coach, it's okay." Li Xing said.

Triano was so angry, but in front of this monster who had no tyrant to him, he could only keep smiling.

Who said he was only 20 years old, who said he was so talented, who said he could average 18 points, 16 rebounds and 7 blocks in his first year?

Who wouldn't hold such a monster in your palm?
To be continued...