Author: Dust and Flowing Years

At the end of the game, the Lakers can be said to have touched the floor of the finals. In history, many teams have completed the reversal after 3:1, but they are pitifully few, winning three games in a row, and two of them are at home.

It cannot be said to be the hell level, but it is too difficult to get much easier than the hell level.

The game the Spurs won was to try their best. It would be as difficult as climbing to the sky to win three consecutive games.

Just after the game, Barkley had already arrived at the sidelines.

"Li, I'm so happy. I've got another chance to interview you." Barkley opened his mouth and said.

"I'm not that happy because it delayed my rest." The sentence seemed to shut Barkley out.

Barklina cares about this. He thought it was Li Tianmei's Chinese humor. Even if he knew it was not humor, he had a very thick-skinned face, how could he give up?

"Okay, man, let's start the interview, I'll ask you a few questions."

"Haha, no problem."

"Can you say something, on the court, what did you say to Bowen? He didn't dare to refute a word, and he didn't complain to the referee until he was pulled away?" The first question was so sharp, the fat Barkley looked at it

It is like a harmless person and animal, but in fact it has a lot of minds. Otherwise, how could it be so prosperous in the commentary circle?

"I didn't say anything, I just stated the matter. He might be thinking of himself. He had done this to many players like this. He felt deeply guilty in his heart and wanted to repent for his mistakes." Li Tian made a nonsense,

I don’t know what I’m talking about, let alone Barkley, I just don’t say what I’ve said in detail anyway.

"Uh" Barkley was a little crazy after pondering for a moment, but continued, "Then you can say something, what did you say specifically to achieve this effect?"

"Haha, this cannot be said. I plan to end my player career in the future and be a commentator. Let me tell you that I must not say it to use this to attract fans." Li Tian said with a smile.

"Damn it, you're just in your first season and you're thinking about robbing my job, damn it." Barkley roared loudly.

"Barkley, don't worry, you're retired by then and won't rob your job."

"Uh" is true. 20 years later, I have resigned long ago and I am worried about a P.

"Then can you tell me what did you say to Duncan?" I changed the next question.

"I asked him how to get back the feel, he told me, and then you saw it too." He spread his hands.

"Ga" This is a little fox. Who can believe this? It's just a series of nonsense.

"It seems that I can't get any good answers from you. I wish you a chance to reach the finals." Barkley said, and left angrily.

After the interview after the death, I returned to the locker room and started to organize my equipment and prepared to have a good rest. After all, the feeling of this game has returned and consumed a lot of physical strength on the offensive end.

"Lee, Phil calls you over, it seems something is wrong." Famal said.

"Okay, I'll come now." Putting down what I was in my hand, a little confused. The game was over, so what else would I do when I asked me for it.

As soon as I left the locker room, I met Kobe.

"Follow me, the press conference is about to begin." He pulled Li Tian and walked out.

"Why are you so anxious?" Kobe almost dodged his waist when he pulled it with all his strength.

"Rookie, this is not to wait for you to attend the press conference. You will be late soon, so why not hurry up." The quick urged.

I came to the press conference in a panic and patted my chest. Fortunately, I was not late, otherwise I would be hacked again.

He quickly sat down, took a few breaths, and returned to his calmness.

The reporters held up long spears and cannons and asked various questions.

"Phil, today the Lakers defeated the Spurs like a devastating battle. Does it mean that the Lakers are already sure to win this round of the series with the Spurs?" asked a beautiful reporter.

"No, I don't think so. We lost a lot of money in the last game. We should be cautious about every game." Phil said in a deep voice, as if the Lakers lost in this game, and we will never win in the next game.

You will lose the entire series.

"Uh" the reporter was stunned for a moment, and then asked again, "What do you want to say about Bowen being sent off on the field?"

"Well, I think those moves shouldn't appear on the field."

The reporter was crazy and didn't say anything condemned, and then said more, but the news was still not found.

A reporter from San Tonnho Basketball News asked, "Do you think the league should punish Lee for intimidating players on the court?"

The reporters were waiting for Phil's answer, which was exciting news.

"Intimidate the players? Why don't I know, what are the punishments? I think you need to ask the league." After asking three questions, he would not know, and then he would shirk the blame.

"Uh" The reporter was stunned for a moment, touched the back hairline, and asked again, "Li's performance in this game is so excellent, it is completely different from the previous game. What do you want to say?"

"It's all right? He's already sitting next to Kobe. Isn't that enough to explain the problem?" Phil said lightly without even raising his eyelids.

If this wasn't a press conference, it felt like he might fall asleep the next second.

Looking at Phil who was about to fall asleep, the reporters decided to give up and couldn't ask anything. Let's change the next one.

Ask Kobe, he dares to say anything, and even Bird's bragging words were made for me.

"Kobe, who do you think will be your opponent in the finals?" asked a TNT.

"I haven't won the Western Conference Finals yet. The finals are too far away. I'm still worried about losing the Western Conference Finals. Be serious." Kobe said a lot, but there was no useful nonsense.

The reporters didn't know how many times they had been stunned.

I asked questions about the chaos on the court again. Like Phil, I felt that this press conference was whether Phil was Kobe, so Phil was in that state.

There is no useful word.

"Li, chaos happened on the court. Bao Wen told the referee that you threatened him. Is this a matter?" asked the beautiful reporter.

He quickly denied, "How is it possible? I am a good student, how can I scare people? Don't frame me at will?"

"Haha!" At this time, Li Tiancai noticed that a Penguin reporter was also here to interview.

"Three Good Students, what is this?" the reporter murmured.

"What makes you feel?" asked another reporter.

"I want to thank Duncan. He told me how to get the feel back. I would like to express my sincere thanks to him." This is simply nonsense, and I should answer the same as Barkley.

After several questions, the excited reporter became exhausted and had no useful answer. I didn't know that I would write a press release when I went back this time. I guess that there was only a few hairs that were not enough to retire.

After the press conference, the Penguin reporter was not named.

Finally, he walked timidly to Li Tian.

"Hello Li Tian, ​​I am a Penguin reporter. Congratulations on playing a wonderful game. Sorry, I'm still disturbing you at the end of the press conference. Can you ask you a few questions?" Penguin beautiful reporter asked.

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"Yes, I have anything to ask." My compatriots must be able, let alone a beauty.

"What do you think about this round of the series?" asked the beautiful reporter.

"The series is not over yet, we will take every game seriously." replied lightly.

I asked a few more questions about the game.

"The last question, do you have anything to say to domestic fans?" asked the beautiful reporter.

"Haha, what I want to say is that thanks to their support, they are the driving force for my persistence. Finally, I would like to say something, telling the students who are going to take the college entrance examination to read books quickly and study hard." A violent output.

Many of the students who were originally going to go to the Internet cafe after school saw these reports and went back to study obediently.

The forum is very active.

"Hey hey hey, who said he wanted to broadcast live?"

"Who else wants to have a burst of photos? Come out quickly?"

"Brother Tian is so good. He even encourages me to study. I want to study hard. I hope the college entrance examination is over. Brother Tian is so good and I love you."

"So too, study hard and improve every day."

Many students who have watched the competition went to write quickly.

A mother who had just returned home from get off work took out the key.

I gently opened the door and tiptoed into the room without any sound. When I came to the child's door, it was not the sound of playing games, but the sound of the pen nib rubbing against the paper.

Then he left gently and went to make dinner. He didn't hear the child open the door all night and didn't even make excuses to go to the bathroom.

"Li Tian, ​​congratulations, I will play in the finals in the first season. I have played for several seasons and have not even played in the second round." There was a hint of helplessness and a hint of grief and anger in my words.

"Haha, Brother Yao, come to the Lakers, you probably won't win less championships, right?" replied with a smile.

"Then let it go, I'm not going to leave the mosaic yet." Still refuse.

"Brother Yao, you call me just to congratulate me?" Li Tianming understood that Yao Ming should not have called me specifically because of this.

"Hahaha, it's not. What you explained before is the love. I've done it and told you. This time I want to talk to you about the Olympics." Yao Ming said.

"Olympics? My season is not over yet, so it's impossible for me to go back to the training camp."

"It's not training camps, it's about what kind of players to choose next."

The two of them communicated with each other for nearly half an hour. Yao Ming was worried that if the Western Conference Finals were over, Li Tian's phone might not be able to be able to get through.

"Brother, why can't your phone be connected all the time?" A coquettish voice came.
To be continued...