Buddha's light illuminates NBA

Chapter 114 Louise Bravely Fights Scum Reporter

"What's wrong?" Lu Ming was puzzled.

Then with an "ah", I felt a chill and pain in the top of my head, and immediately knew that it must be Milicic's good deed!
Looking back, as expected.

Milicic has already run away.

"It seems that you have a good relationship with your teammates. Lu, everyone is very curious. How did you manage to get along with your teammates so quickly? In everyone's impression, it seems that Chinese players are not very good at these things." Lewis Clifton asked.

This is an additional question.

Lu Ming thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's because I played in the NCAA."

Clifton nodded, followed by another congratulatory note, ending the interview.

At the post-match press conference, when asked about the triple-double again, Lu Ming smiled and said, "It's a pity. So, after the game, I almost rushed to the Nuggets' locker room and threatened Carmelo Anthony severely. When we meet next time, I must return him a 50+! Haha!"

The reporters naturally didn't believe it.

But it can also be taken out of context, edited to create conflicts between Anthony and Lu Ming, and then let their fans fight.

It's not hot.

The media reporters present, one counts as one, are all good players.

"Lu, through this game, have you already broken the rookie wall?" A reporter asked, a very common question.

"I hope so." Lu Ming said.

"Lu, congratulations on getting the triple-double data again, and becoming the second youngest Mr. Triple-Double! Well, the youngest Mr. Triple-Double is also yourself!" A superman-like reporter suddenly froze, and it turned out to be the previous "glasses" Superman.

"haha, thank you!"

"So, Lu, what do you want to say about what Barkley said, that the reason why you played so well in this game was because of the use of prohibited drugs?"

"???" There were many small question marks on Lu Ming's head.

If he hadn't met Barkley on the sideline after the game and heard his apology and explanation, Lu Ming would have thought that Barkley had betrayed him.

You must think, isn't this guy my supporter?

Don't you miss the donkey again?
"Lu, are you really using prohibited drugs?" Superman "Glasses" asked.

"Not at all!" This kind of question is naturally to be categorically denied, unlike the previous question, which cannot give the other party a chance to take the meaning out of context.

"What if the alliance finds out?" Superman "Glasses" didn't give up.

"Tell me your name, which media reporter." Lu Ming asked coldly.

"What do you want to do? Please don't avoid my question!" "Glasses" Superman refused to say his name.

"I have no right to interfere with what the league does. After all, they inspect at least three times a year. However, I'm curious, is it you who are stupid, or the media you work in is equally stupid, and would use unreasonable guesses to attack a player who performed well?" Lu Ming angrily scolded.

"That's what Charles Barkley said." Superman "Glasses" immediately blamed him.

"Unfortunately, Charles has already told me his gaffe. Alright, next!" Lu Ming didn't give him another chance to speak.

The Knicks' post-game press conference also ended in a discordant atmosphere.

On the other hand, when asked at the last moment, in order to prevent Lu Ming from getting a 40+ triple-double, double-teaming a rookie with three people, is it a bit embarrassing?
Anthony glanced at the reporter with the air of a boss.

If he was asked this question directly after the game, as the golden generation of 03 Tanhua Lang, even if he is a good-looking reporter, in order to maintain his high-quality image, he would still directly call his younger brother to come over and say "Cross out!"

However, while taking a shower in the locker room, he suddenly realized one thing. The Four Heroes of the Wind and Dust faced Lu Ming one after another, and he was the only man who did not lose in points!
This discovery made Anthony's frustration subside a lot.

So, he just denied it lightly, and then said, "To be honest, I didn't care about it at all at the time. I didn't even know that I had scored 50 points at the time. How could I know that guy almost had a 40+ triple-double?"

"When Lu was interviewed before, he said that the next time we meet, I will definitely give you a 50+." Clifton began to pick things up.

"Oh, did he say that? A rookie with a lot of ideas. As a response, should I return him a triple-double, um, what about a 40+ triple-double?" Anthony was cursing in his heart.

This little rookie is too arrogant.

But why, this arrogance, unlike the one in the north, makes people hate it?
Anthony felt baffled.

Pooh, why do you think this guy is not that annoying?

At my home court, I got the second triple-double of my career, a triple-double of 30+, and made a few top five goals, almost killing our efforts all night by one person. How could I think he didn't hate it?

why?

Anthony was thinking, and then drew an immature conclusion from the mirror of the watch dial, "Probably, we are the same kind. After all, we both have a handsome face that makes most people jealous! Haha!"

At the press conference, when a reporter was talking about his own question, Anthony suddenly laughed.

"Hey!" Billups on the side quickly patted him.

"Sorry, you continue." Anthony realized that he was being rude, smiled apologetically, and signaled the reporter to continue asking questions.

"..."

Many people were stunned, but the reporter was a little dissatisfied. He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, held his head up, and asked Anthony loudly, "Mr. Anthony, do you think my question is funny?"

"No, I just thought of a very happy thing."

Anthony explained without distraction, then raised his face and looked at the reporter, "Excuse me, what did you ask just now, can you repeat it? The question is a bit too long, and the venue is a bit chaotic. Sorry, I didn't hear it clearly."

The reporter, apparently the Superman with glasses, calmed down and asked loudly, "Mr. Anthony, what do you think of the Knicks' No. 8 rookie, Lu using prohibited drugs in this game?"

"What?" Anthony froze for a moment, and quickly looked at Billups.

Billups was also dazed.

The use of illegal drugs is nothing new in the NBA, openly speaking.

However, it was checked out just after the game?

Impossible?

Anthony was about to speak, using "I don't know, I can't comment, but I absolutely oppose players using illegal drugs" to express his position and attitude.

This matter, stained with is a coquettish.

After all, Xu Xin was the most coquettish in the post-match urine test.

Fortunately, at this moment, the beautiful reporter Clifton spoke in time and questioned the superhuman-looking, honest and honest reporter, "Mr. reporter, please speak carefully! As far as we know, the rumor about Lu's use of prohibited drugs is a joke from Buckley, and all the rest of the groundless speculation is your own behavior!"

Upon hearing this, Anthony nodded at Clifton and looked at the reporter with cold eyes, "Sir, I need an explanation!"

The aura of the boss filled the entire press conference in an instant.

Also as a player, coupled with his black identity, he is extremely sensitive to such groundless accusations.

Superman with Spectacles is a white reporter with an elite appearance, but facing Anthony, who is still imposing even though he is sitting there, he suddenly feels a little apprehensive. After calming down, he explained, "Everyone knows that an Asian kid can't perform like that!"

After Lu Ming left, there was no Asian face at the press conference, so he acted recklessly.

Before Anthony could speak, the man he supported was repeatedly splashed with dirty water by him. Clifton finally couldn't bear it, and asked the reporter loudly, "Hey, you actually said such racially discriminatory words? You are a scum! I am ashamed of you!"

"I didn't!" In public, you can't admit it.

"Then what evidence do you have that Lu is using prohibited drugs?" Clifton asked back.

Instead, Anthony was free at this time, so he took the time to watch Louise Clifton's fight against the scumbag reporter.

What a melon eat melon.

Even while eating melons, Anthony was ready to stand up at any time to support this brave female reporter.

How to put it, it can be regarded as one of our players.

Gotta support.

Superman with glasses glared at Clifton, "Ha, I really don't have any evidence. But isn't that obvious? Don't all the reporters present have the same idea as me?"

"No, we don't." There was a big fool on a business trip, and only fools do what fools do.

They just eat melons like Guagua, but they don't want to throw away the watermelon to make trouble.

"No evidence? Without evidence, can you question a good player casually?" Clifton really wanted to punch that person in the face, because that face made her disgusted and wanted to vomit.

"It doesn't matter if there is no evidence, it's my freedom to question anyone. Women, don't forget, this is America, and speech is free! Even if that president is standing here, I still dare to question." Superman in glasses looked at Clifton condescendingly.

"Oh, God, as a spy from another country sneaking into the United States, how dare you speak out about freedom of speech? Has lying become your instinct?" Clifton pressed.

Superman with Spectacles froze for a moment, then gave Clifton a glance, "It's unreasonable."

Then, no more talking.

"Hmph!" Clifton raised his proud head like a victorious princess.

"Who has any questions?" Anthony gave Clifton a thumbs up and looked around at the other reporters.

There's really nothing wrong with that.

But what happened tonight was enough to get the media excited.

The heat tonight is still fermenting.

They feel that it may last for a long time.

After all, the center of the heat is the rookie who played another triple-double and is known as the savior of New York.

As for who will be burned in this heat, and who can make a pot of tea safely, it is unknown.

(End of this chapter)