At the Harvey Center.
The match had already ended, but Wang Ting couldn't leave.
The swarming media had already surrounded him.
"Wang, you scored a total of 40 points in this match! What do you want to say to the fans?”
"What were you thinking when you threw the last shot? Were you nervous?"
"You played really well today. Can you talk about your thoughts on the game?”
Looking at the long row of microphones in front of him and all kinds of long guns and short cannons, Wang Ting could not help but feel a headache.
This group of chattering reporters was far more difficult to deal with than their opponents on the field.
Fortunately, the Nets 'public relations team arrived in time to help him get rid of the media.
"Wang, you're famous now. You'll definitely have to deal with a lot of reporters in the future.”Harrington from the public relations department kindly suggested," So you have to learn how to deal with the media. Otherwise, you will suffer a lot.”
"I know." Wang Ting nodded.
Whether it was him or the original owner of the body, they were both introverted and did not like the feeling of being in the spotlight.
However, if he wanted to embark on the path of becoming a superstar, dealing with the media was indeed an essential step. He still had to learn what he needed to learn.
On the other side, as they watched Wang Ting leave in a hurry, the reporters were a little disappointed, but at the same time, their desire for an interview was aroused.
This Asian kid could become a hot star in the league this year. As long as he could maintain a good relationship with Wang Ting, his career might rise to a new height.
Among these reporters, Shirley from The New York Times Sports was the most motivated.
The young and beautiful blonde reporter's eyes were burning with flames."Just you wait, Wang. I'll definitely interview you successfully next time!”
……
Behind the field.
As soon as Wang Ting opened the door of the locker room, a few splashes of ice water fell from the sky.
Then, he saw his teammates walking forward happily and pouring the sports drinks in their hands.
This wasn't out of malice. It was a culture of the NBA. If a player was in a good state, his teammates would come over to pour cold water on him and help him cool down.
"Wang, your ball was too powerful!"
"It's a sure-kill! Look at the expressions of Porzingis and the others, they were like dejected old dogs!”
"You're really good, kid. You scored 40 points, 5 rebounded, 10 assists, and 5 steals! How many years has it been since our team had such data?”
Everyone was half-naked and walked to Wang Ting's side and put their arms around his shoulders affectionately. The entire locker room seemed to be filled with the air of a fast and lively person.
Only Lasalle didn't look very natural.
Although he had let go of the knot in his heart, it was only temporary.
Now that he saw Wang Ting being the center of attention of the audience and his teammates, he couldn't help but feel that his position as boss had been severely challenged. The flames of jealousy in his heart rose again.
At this moment, the team's security chief, Darkholme, knocked on the door and entered.""Wang, there's a Miss Stone outside who wants to recruit you. Do you want to see her?”
"Miss Stone? Which one?" Wang Ting was stunned.
"Emma Stone!" Darkholme's face was full of envy and jealousy." You've really hit the jackpot!”
“What？”
Hearing this name, his teammates were also surprised. Then, they revealed all kinds of expressions.
Some people were envious, some had sour expressions, and some narrowed their eyes as they looked at Wang Ting with evil smiles.
"Go ahead." Atkinson walked over and said," Don't chat for too long. You have to attend the press conference with me and D'Angelo later.”
Wang Ting nodded and walked out of the locker room amidst the whistles of his teammates.
He was excited about Sister Stone's visit, but it was only a small excitement. He was more surprised and curious.
I did play a very beautiful game, and I know that my heroic bearing on the court is very handsome, but it's not enough to trigger Long Aotian's halo of attracting women, right?
It was one thing to attract an ordinary person, but he did not expect to attract an Oscar-winning actress.
After a while, in the corridor of the changing room, Wang Ting saw a beautiful figure.
"Hi, Wang."
Emma Stone extended her hand and greeted him, revealing a friendly smile.
" Hello, Miss Stacy." Wang Ting paused." Uh, sorry, I mean, Miss Stone."”
Sister Stone's dressing style today was too similar to Gwen Stacy in " The Amazing Spider-Man." Wang Ting happened to know Emma Stone because of this movie, so he had a first impression of her, so he accidentally called her wrong.
Speaking of which, Sister Stone, who had light makeup on, was quite good-looking.
Emma Stone looked older with heavy makeup, which didn't match the aesthetic standards of Asians. However, she was very eye-catching with light makeup. She even revealed a hint of a young girl's youthfulness. She was completely like Gwen Stacy who had walked out of a movie.
"It's alright." Emma Stone shook her head to show that she didn't mind. She raised her eyebrows and said," You like The Amazing Spider-Man?”
"Yes, I'm a loyal fan of this series.”
Wang Ting told the truth. He really liked the two " The Amazing Spider-Man " movies. He even felt deeply sorry that the third one was cut in half.
Then, the two of them talked about the movie for a while and got along quite well.
Unknowingly, ten minutes had passed.
"King, are you still not done?" Lasalle appeared not far away." The press conference is about to begin.”
"Oh, I seem to have delayed your time."”
"I'm fine." Wang Ting said politely.
Only then did Sister Stone remember her purpose. She took out her phone from her bag."Is it convenient for you to leave your number? I want to get to know you."
Saying that he was here to ask for his phone number because he lost the bet was too low, so he might as well be more straightforward.
Moreover, she was indeed interested in Wang Ting now. It was not bad for everyone to be friends.
"Alright." Wang Ting reported the number without hesitation.
"Also, these are my Facebook and Twitter accounts. They're private accounts. If you don't mind, add them so that we can contact each other in the future.”Sister Stone sent another two strings of numbers and asked," When is your next match?”
"Tomorrow, we're going to Indiana."
"Alright, got it. I'll be leaving first.”
Emma Stone smiled, leaving behind a beautiful back view and a gentle fragrance.
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