"Oh? Really?"
"Of course I'm happy!"
Meng Chen smiled and answered truthfully.
Meng Chen was already very happy to be able to complete the killing blow, not to mention that he had created history now. Of course, he was even happier. Meng Chen's joy was all on his face.
"You look really good when you smile."
" What?!"
Meng Chen paused. The beautiful reporter's voice was very soft, so he did not hear it clearly.
"Ah, nothing."
The beautiful reporter hurriedly shook her head and cursed herself in her heart. The words that she subconsciously blurted out almost ruined the business. Her face blushed slightly and the beautiful reporter continued to ask,
"Mr. Meng Chen, one last question. For the last shot, you had your back to the basket but dared to make a decisive shot to complete the final shot. As a player who just entered the league, how did you have such a big heart?!”
Meng Chen thought about it again.
It was Meng Chen's first time being interviewed like this, and he couldn't be like the other superstars, who could speak freely and confidently.
After pondering for a while, Meng Chen lowered his head and said,""I didn't think much about it at the time. I got the chance to catch the ball and the only chance for the team to shoot.”
"There was only 0.2 seconds left. I couldn't pass the ball, and I felt like I might not be able to shoot normally, so I just threw it.”
After saying that.
Meng Chen rubbed his nose and smiled like a refreshing breeze.
The beautiful reporter was instantly stunned on the spot. Then, she quickly lowered her head and said,"Ah, ah, I see. Mr. Meng Chen is really amazing. Thank you, Mr. Meng Chen. That's all for today's interview.”
"Yes."
Meng Chen nodded and turned to leave. Ingram and Lobes waited for a long time, waiting for Meng Chen to finish his interview and go to the locker room to celebrate.
Tonight was the day the Los Angeles Clippers won their first win of the season.
Meng Chen was also the greatest contributor. How could he not celebrate? He had to celebrate.
As for the beautiful reporter, she returned to the front of the staff in a daze. One of the people in charge immediately scolded,"What are you doing? Jordan is a Chinese player. Why didn't you ask the question about his identity that I asked you to prepare? That's an explosive question. Many fans don't know about it.!”
"Ah!"
"I'm sorry."
The beautiful reporter had really forgotten. She lowered her head and obediently accepted the lecture.
In the locker room.
"Wow! Our team won!"
"End of the losing streak, end of the losing streak.”
"Meng Chen is the MVP. Tonight, Meng Chen is the brightest star.”
“......”
Perhaps the players had been suppressed for too long by the 10 consecutive losses in the season, but now they were all bursting out. The players were as excited as children, laughing happily and unbridled.
They sprinkled champagne to celebrate their victory.
The atmosphere in the locker room was very good. Although it could not be said to be very harmonious, it was at least much better than before because everyone had a center to revolve around.
Even if it was just an insignificant celebration.
And this center was the rookie Meng Chen who had just joined the Alliance.
Outside the locker room, Coach Wharton saw this scene. He saw that the players were happy and harmonious, and they seemed to have integrated into one. He nodded slightly and then his gaze fell on Meng Chen."It seems like the Laker has picked up a treasure."
"Brothers, today is the first day of the season. Do you want to go to the nightclub to get high?”
"I have no objections."
"I have no objections either."
The idea of the excited and enthusiastic Lopes was echoed by Ingram, Kuzma, and others. It was not enough to celebrate the victory in the locker room. Everyone wanted to go to the nightclub to party.
"Cough cough…"
However, at this moment, Coach Warton coughed a few times and walked in.
When they saw that it was the coach, they understood that it was impossible to go to the nightclub.
Coach Warton came up to the players and praised,""Today, we won our first victory of the season. Meng Chen was the biggest contributor. Your efforts cannot be ignored either.”
But the topic suddenly changed. Wharton said in a deep voice,"Next up are four consecutive away matches. The Chicago Bulls, Orlando Magic, the Houston Raptors, and the Milkinson Bucks.”
"The Bulls and Orlando Magic aren't strong teams. If we're serious and maintain today's form, we should be able to win. But the next two teams are playoffs teams.”
"Especially the Bucks team that the Greek monster is in. We will definitely be severely challenged.”
"The most important thing is that this is a continuous away game. When we face the Bucks in the end, we may not have enough physical strength, so you have to maintain enough rest recently to face the next game calmly.”
After saying that.
Walton narrowed his eyes and gave the players a meaningful look before leaving.
" What does that look mean?!"
Meng Chen, who had just arrived, asked in confusion. Ingram shrugged and said helplessly,"It means that we shouldn't go to the nightclub and go home to rest.”
"Sigh…"
Everyone sighed. They all understood the meaning behind Wharton's gaze.
The club's founder, Lopes, pursed his lips. Even though it was his first year at the Los Angeles Clippers, he was relieved."The coach also hopes that we can win the game better.”
"There will be plenty of time to play in the future.”
Everyone nodded. Although they were a little disappointed, they still listened to the coach's arrangements and went home to rest.
Moreover, the team's record of 1 win and 10 losses was still very bad. It didn't seem to be a time to celebrate. The Los Angeles team still needed to win to give the team enough confidence.
......
The game between the Los Angeles Clippers and the Suns was over, but the heat of the game was far from dissipating.
At the same time.
Houston Rockets, General Manager's Office.
Manager D'Antoni sat on the sofa and stared at General Manager Muray. His expression was serious and his face was filled with displeasure. Morey sat in front of his desk with a set of statistics.
"It must be fake. That rookie from China, Meng Chen, actually scored 20 points, 4 rebounded, 1 assist, 2 steals, and 1 block. His field goal percentage was as high as 90%, and he even sent out a three-point kill?!”
" What kind of joke is this?!"
Morey's eyes were wide open when he saw the black and white statistics that lured the NBA official website's logo and watermarks. He was unwilling to believe it and was completely confused.
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