I'm king in the basket

Chapter 79 Who is Bill Russell?
For Chris Bosh, today is a miserable but fortunate day, at least he thinks so.

He ate badly, had diarrhea, and vomited.

This caused his weight to drop 3 catties suddenly.

Bosh really wants to promote this way of losing weight, but this will definitely be strongly criticized by fitness experts, and runs counter to the point of view of healthy weight loss. Think about it or forget it.

As an NBA player, as an NBA player begging for food in the paint, weight is very important to him.

Weight means strength, weight means confrontation, and weight means whether he is a dragon king who averages 10 blocks per game.

As a power forward, he has a perfect body and can score 20+10 every night as he pleases; if he wants to play a center, like in the Heat, he faces the center every night and helps the chosen one. Not to mention the sudden drop in space, efficiency, and tactical status. After a game, he often only grabs one rebound, and is forced to be fucked all night by the opposing center. This kind of suffering is not something ordinary people can bear.

Therefore, losing three catties of weight is a very serious consequence for Bosh, and he will have to train hard in order to regain the three catties of weight in the future.

However, it's not all bad.

This allowed him to avoid facing off against Duncan, although Li Xing had already applied to Triano to face off against Duncan; although even if Li Xing did not apply, Duncan, as a power forward in name, would actually face off against Li Xing as a center position, but Bosh still had no idea.

Well now, 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 had won by 15 points.

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

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

"Oh? Really? How do you say?" Bosh asked.

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

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

"why?"

"Because I must be dreaming, or the kind of unreasonable nightmare, I must wake up!" Bosh said fiercely.

"Poor Barney."

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

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

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

Bosh said: "This guy passed me again. This is the second time he passed me this season. As a rookie, he is very good!"

"Ha ha."

Calderon smiled awkwardly. Bosh's unfounded confidence always made him want to laugh awkwardly.

Fortunately, Li managed to climb out of the mountain of human flesh, and the reporter at the scene raised the microphone in front of him: "Larch, congratulations on your victory, do you have anything to say?"

"Thanks to my teammates, thanks to my coach, thanks to the fans, and thanks to everyone." Li Xing thanked everyone in a business-like manner.

"You got a quadruple-double tonight, you're the fifth player ever to have a quadruple-double, what does that mean to you?"

"This means that I will get a lot of quadruple-doubles in the future. I am ready. Today is a good start." Li Xing said arrogantly.

The on-site reporters are not like those gossips at the press conference who ask endless questions. They usually only ask two or three questions, and Li Xing's answers are not as scary as the press conference.

In fact, Li Xing doesn't really want to attend the press conference right 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.

"Larch, are you coming to the press conference?"

Triano asked reluctantly.

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

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

However, as the absolute protagonist of tonight, as the fifth player in history to win a quadruple double, if he is absent from tonight's press conference.
Triano himself wanted to slip away. Although he was very happy to see Li Xing's performance on the field, every time he was happy, when it came to the press conference, he wanted to tear Li Xing into pieces and bury him in the ground. , so that his broken mouth won't cause trouble everywhere.

"Larch, tonight is very special, you must participate."

The ghost knows how determined Triano was to say this sentence.

"Okay, you forced me to do this" disgusted Li Xing's face, "Then let's go."

"Larch, listen to my advice, don't say what you shouldn't say." Triano stopped detracting from Li Xing, and said frankly: "You know how to deal with reporters, I know you're just too lazy to talk nonsense to them, but this It's important, it's part of interview etiquette."

"I will."

Weird.

How to trigger the event if you speak well?

If the event can't be triggered, why should I waste so much time with those people who only know how to write articles?
So Triano's words just entered Li Xing's left ear, and flew out of his right ear in less than a second.

The presence of Li Xing excited the reporters present.

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

"Tim said he was impressed by your defense. You are the Bill Russell of this era."

"What do you think of this evaluation?"

Now the reporters know how to deal with Li Xing, there is no need to seduce him, he will jump into the pit with a bomb strapped to him and die with the air.

"Bill Russell?"

"Humph!"

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

Triano's cheeks swelled rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, his lips were more and more inward, and his eyes were bloodshot as if they were about to burst.

What does this say?

Who is Bill Russell?
You play basketball, not football, let alone football, and now you ask who is Bill Russell?

The reporter was also stunned: "Larch, are you joking?"

"Uh, I was joking."

The system quickly introduced Bill Russell to Li Xing, and he had no choice but to change his tone, but what he said seemed to be more serious than "Who is Bill Russell?": "I don't like this evaluation."

"Bill Russell is not 220 cm tall, he is not as tall as me, he is not as fast as me, he is not as strong as me, and he does not average 7 blocks per game, oh no, they don't even have block statistics in that era."

Li Xing was not afraid of making trouble, but he was afraid of having nothing to do. He blurted out some disrespectful words to his seniors, and Triano's face turned pale.

A reporter from Boston exasperatedly said, "Bill has eleven rings, what have you?"

"I'm 220cm tall with a 250cm wingspan."

After all, Li Xing mockingly made a victory gesture to the Boston reporter.

These few words set the tone for the press conference, and Li Xing continued to create an image of a bastard rookie who was "outspoken, defiant, arrogant, and totally ignorant of respect for his seniors".

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

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

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

These two groups have one thing in common: that is madness.

Either crazy hate, or crazy obsession.

After the press conference, Triano felt half buried.

The two walked down the corridor together.

Triano asked: "Larch, what is the purpose of your words?" "Purpose?" Li Xing smiled and said, "There is no purpose."

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

Rising stars like Li Xing are generally very concerned about their own image, lest the outside world regard them as jerks, and the league will never praise a rising star with a bad reputation.

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

"Coach, if I say, I just think it's more fun, do you believe me?"

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

"With a little bastard like you, my career is over," Triano sighed.

As the head coach, if you let the rookies on the team speak rudely and cause trouble, you can't escape the pot of lax discipline.

Those idlers who like to go online will even blame him for "no authority, no talent, no morals, conniving rookies, doing evil" and so on.

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

Triano was very angry, but he could only keep smiling in front of this freak who had no clue what he had done.

Who told him to be only 20 years old, who told him to be so talented, who told him to average 18 points, 16 rebounds and 7 blocks per game in the first year?

Who wouldn't hold such a monster in the palm of his hand?

Forget it, if you are scolded, you will be scolded, I don't want to look like this!
After figuring this out, Triano became much more cheerful.

"Look who's coming, isn't this the blunt little bastard?"

I saw Li Xing and Triano entering the locker room together.

Evans stepped forward and grabbed Li Xing, "Tell me, what are you trying to talk nonsense in front of reporters all day long?"

"For fun."

"Fun?"

"Do you believe that I killed you?" Evans strangled Li Xing's neck and said, "Many friends have already paid a lot of money to entrust me to put laxatives in your dinner. Do you want me to do it?"

Li Xing was moved with emotion and reasoned: "As a teammate, you shouldn't do this; as an old player, you should defend me in front of your friends and resolve their misunderstanding of me; moreover, I will help you tonight I got stuck with a lot of rebounds, and you shouldn’t have given me diarrhea.”

"It makes sense, forget it, I'll let you go tonight."

Evans laughed and let Li Xing go.

Damn violent maniac!

Li Xing hurried to one side and sat down in a well-behaved manner, waiting for Triano to speak.

(End of this chapter)