"Artest, shut up, I'm not that fragile. Let alone a bucket of ice water, even if a bucket of ice cubes hits me, I'll be fine!"
Jiang Feng tensed his biceps and said with a smile.
It was really not the right time to communicate with the system just now.
When the ice water was poured down, I was stunned, which was really strange.
"Hey, just kidding, but you didn't react at all to this bucket of ice water? I'm shocked! Aren't you Chinese people afraid of the cold?"
Artest asked curiously.
"No! I just didn't react because my reflex arc is very long."
Jiang Feng Kaidō, then his body stiffened and shook a few times, it was so damn cold!
Artest: "Huh??"
"Boy, go take a shower! I'll be attending the post-game interview later."
Kobe said with a stern expression.
"Me? Interview?"
Jiang Feng was a little stunned.
As a second-round pick, there are not many opportunities like this before he has made a name for himself.
He quickly ran to the bathroom to take a shower, then put on a black Nike sportswear, and followed Kobe and Mike Brown out of the locker room.
Ebanks and Goodlock, the two undrafted players, looked lonely and felt a little uncomfortable.
They were both second-round picks, and both got a lot of playing time in the first game of their careers. Why couldn't they catch this incredible wealth?
The gears of fate have begun to turn.
The two of them knew very well that after this night, their fate and Jiang Feng's fate would change.
...
Lakers interview room.
Jiang Feng, Kobe, and Mike Brown sat down one after another.
The reporters in the audience became restless and focused all their attention on Jiang Feng.
Their eyes were complicated and they looked shocked. They still couldn't believe what happened tonight.
"Jiang, in the first game of your career, your performance was very good and you were the hero who led the Lakers' comeback. How did you feel at that time?"
a reporter asked.
"Very nervous!"
Jiang Feng said seriously.
The reporters nodded one after another. It is normal to be nervous when playing in the NBA for the first time.
"I could pass the basketball to them easily, but I was very nervous and worried that they wouldn't make the shot."
Jiang Feng said again.
The reporters looked confused. Are you nervous for your teammates?
"Aren't you worried about yourself? Aren't you afraid that you won't perform well?"
the reporter asked immediately.
"No! Not at all! I am very confident in myself, and my passing ability is the best in history."
Jiang Feng said with a grin.
Reporters: "???"
Just open your mouth?
After playing just one game, his passing ability became the best in history?
This second-round pick from China is a bit arrogant!
"Jiang, you did perform well in your career debut, but this cannot change your status as a second-round pick. Do you think you can gain a foothold in the NBA? And you are still a Chinese. Except for Dayao, no Chinese has played Get the NBA!"
A reporter asked, somewhat sarcastically.
"Ha! What you say only proves your short-sightedness! Joseph, ESPN special correspondent, I remember you! I hope you can remember what you just said, and I will use practical actions to prove how ridiculous you are! "
Jiang Feng said coldly and responded.
He knows that offending these reporters is not a good thing. Corvo always offends reporters, so the publicity reports are always bad.
But he doesn't care.
What is it? Dare you make noise here?
Look down on me, look down on the Chinese people?
Then let you know how powerful the Chinese people are!
The reporter named Joseph's face turned white and red, and he was so angry that he could not speak.
"I will remember it! I want to see what kind of disturbance you can make in the NBA! Also, I am 'Ming Ji', I hope you can respect it."
Joseph replied after a long while.
"Haha, if you were a famous prostitute, I would not only respect you, I would also spend money to take care of your business! But you are a famous prostitute, so I'm sorry, you are not even a clown in my eyes."
Jiang Feng replied sharply.
The reporters were in an uproar and quickly defined Jiang Feng in their minds.
Regardless of his strength, his temper is definitely explosive.
Kobe also glanced at Jiang Feng in surprise. He didn't expect him to act so tough when reporters made things difficult for him!
Ordinary players don't dare to offend reporters, not to mention he is only a second-round pick.
Interesting.
"Jiang, you efficiently provided 10 assists in just 10 minutes in this game. If you increase your playing time, do you think you can provide more assists?"
A reporter asked, changing the topic.
"Of course! To be conservative, average 15 assists per game!"
Jiang Feng thought about it and said.
???
The reporters all frowned, thinking that this guy is really good at showing off!
15 assists per game?
Would you say more conservatively?
This is so nonsense. You must know that no point guard in the entire history of the NBA has averaged 15 assists per game in a single season.
How can you, a second-round pick like He De, brag like this?
Kobe looked at Jiang Feng in surprise again and couldn't help but shake his head.
This sentence is really outrageous.
I was so crazy back then, and I didn't dare to say that I could surpass Jordan in scoring average...
"Kobe, how do you evaluate Jiang Feng's performance in this game? Do you think Jiang Feng can average 15 assists per game?"
A reporter asked, changing the interviewee.
When asked the second question, he couldn't help but sneer with disdain on his face.
As for Jiang Feng... they really couldn't continue the interview.
If bragging was taxed, then this second-round pick from China would be bankrupt.
"Great! As a second-round pick, his career debut has surpassed many star players, at least better than me!"
Kobe said with a stern expression.
The reporters were stunned.
Is Kobe speaking for this second-round pick?
This is somewhat outrageous!
"It is indeed difficult to average 15 assists per game, but you can work hard for the goal! Regardless of whether Jiang Feng can do it or not, at least he dares to think!"
"I appreciate people who have dreams."
Kobe said again, his attitude was very obvious.
"Boss!"
Jiang Feng looked at Kobe with emotion, his eyes filled with tears.
It turns out I'm not fighting alone!
"Stop your damn eyes! I'm really not interested in your a**."
Kobe laughed and cursed in a low voice, becoming more and more pleased with the young man in front of him.
"Kobe, last season failed to compete for three consecutive championships. Do you think the Lakers have hope to continue to compete for the championship this year?"
a reporter asked.
"Of course! With me here, the Lakers are a championship-level team! We will win the championship this season! Return to the top!"
Before Kobe could speak, Jiang Feng spoke first, and then winked at Kobe.
Kobe: "???"
Reporters: "???"
Damn it, are you done pretending?
Is this what a second-round pick like you is saying?
I really can't figure out my position!
The reporters burst into laughter, thinking it was a joke and did not take Jiang Feng's words seriously at all.
In their eyes, Jiang Feng is just a clown. Now he is jumping around happily. Maybe he will be eliminated by the NBA after a few games.
In the world's top basketball league, competition is very cruel.
The Chinese can't beat the NBA!
They believe it!!