dognovel Chapter 16 Yang Mi's Dilemma
Chapter 16 Yang Mi's Dilemma
Penguin Live Room.
“小王上场4分41秒，得到4分3助攻2断和1板，没有失误，正负值+10。”
Duan Ran reported the match results and player statistics as usual.
"Aside from Wang Xiucheng and his few teammates, only Gordon on the Rockets team has a plus-minus of +1; everyone else has a negative one."
"Porter Jr. had 13 points, 9 rebounds, 4 assists, and 6 turnovers."
“Jalen Green hung out with Wang Xiucheng for a few minutes, making 2 of 8 shots and 0 of 4 three-pointers, scoring only 7 points. Fortunately, he had 5 assists and 5 rebounds, and his plus-minus was reduced to -7, so it wasn't too bad.”
Seeing Yang Yi's eager expression, Duan Ran knew he had a lot to say, so he asked, "What does Teacher Yang want to say?"
Yang Yi pressed his elbows on the table, his voice still trembling slightly, and said as calmly as possible, "Since Yao Ming's generation of players, we haven't seen a player who can carry the banner of China for a long time."
"Although there were some pleasant surprises along the way, we soon realized that fate seemed to be playing a joke on us."
"But today, I, we, have witnessed the rise of a new star in China."
"You might say, 'Just because he's a kid who can't even make the bench? Just because he's a two-way contract player? Just because he's only 1.9 meters tall?'"
Yang Yi's voice suddenly rose a lot, "Yes, based on this player, I'm making this promise, it won't be a year before Wang Xiucheng makes a name for himself in the NBA."
He didn't know how long it had been since he had been this excited. The last time he felt this way was probably at the 08 Olympics when China made it into the top 8.
Seeing that Yang Yi had finished speaking, Duan Ran interrupted him, "We have temporarily secured an interview with Wang Xiucheng at the front line. Let's take a look right away."
The live stream camera instantly switched to the front, where Wang Xiucheng was standing on the sidelines with a towel around his neck. Meng Chao was standing next to him, looking like a little woman, flustered and wanting to see Wang Xiucheng, but afraid of being embarrassed by the camera turning to her.
Suddenly receiving a notification from the director, Meng Chao immediately turned to Wang Xiucheng and said, "Hello Wang Xiucheng, this is Meng Chao, a reporter from Tencent Sports."
She began by giving a rare self-introduction, her beautiful eyes fixed on Wang Xiucheng, her gaze filled with something indescribable.
"Hello, Sister Meng, I know you. Hello everyone, I'm Wang Xiucheng." Wang Xiucheng answered directly and generously.
"Everyone is very concerned about your personal situation. Could you briefly introduce it? For example, your nationality?" Meng Chao didn't ask about the game. Time was limited, and the Rockets' public relations staff were waiting nearby, so she directly asked everyone, which was also the question she was most concerned about.
At this moment, countless Chinese people are watching in front of their computers or mobile phones, many with sweaty palms, afraid of hearing an answer they don't want to hear.
"Of course it's China. Is my Chinese not standard?" Wang Xiucheng shrugged, looking helpless.
Upon receiving this answer, many people breathed a sigh of relief, including Yang Yi and Duan Ran in the live stream, and Xiao Qi even clenched her little fist.
“You look like you have some European features…” Meng Chao quickly explained, afraid that Wang Xiucheng would be angry.
“My mom is Uyghur and my dad is Han, so that’s how I look. I guess I’m pretty handsome, right?” Wang Xiucheng said jokingly, looking at the camera and then dramatically adjusting his hair.
At that moment, countless girls couldn't sleep at night.
Smelling the faint scent of sweat on Wang Xiucheng, Meng Chao's breathing gradually quickened: "Everyone wants to know when you'll become a key player."
Wang Xiucheng took a breath, glanced at the Chinese fans who were still in the stands, and said with some helplessness, "Let's get into the regular rotation first before thinking about anything else. You know the Rockets have a lot of young players, and everyone is competing."
Seeing the PR person's murderous expression, Meng Chao knew he couldn't ask any more questions. If he got blacklisted by the Rockets, it would be a real problem in the future.
"If possible, could we do an exclusive interview?" Mengchao mustered up his courage and asked one last question.
"No problem, as long as the team agrees." Wang Xiucheng's affirmative answer excited Meng Chao and the fans in the Penguin Live broadcast room once again.
"Okay, thank you for the interview."
"You're welcome."
Wang Xiucheng extended his hand and shook hands lightly with Meng Chao, then left the venue with the PR representative.
Meng Chao, however, felt as if he had been electrocuted, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
……
A luxury mansion located on a hilltop in the Bel Air neighborhood of Los Angeles.
Yang Mi was covering her head, staring in disbelief at the scene on the television.
The television was showing exciting footage of the Lakers and Rockets games.
"It was him. You forcibly kissed him last night," Yang Mi's best friend of 20 years, who was not in the entertainment industry, said sarcastically.
"I know it's him, you don't need to remind me, okay? I'm not suffering from amnesia," Yang Mi said irritably, kicking her best friend with her long, straight, fair legs.
“Honey, I’m not being nosy.” Her best friend wasn’t angry at all; instead, she snuggled up to her and said, “You’ve been divorced for years. Seeing you so miserable every day makes me miserable too. I think you should start a new relationship as soon as possible.”
"A new relationship?" Yang Mi looked at the handsome man on TV: "You mean him? He looks like he's only in his early twenties, right? I'm almost his aunt."
"I checked for you. Wang Xiucheng, 19 years old, strictly speaking, he'll be 19 next month. He's a two-way player for the Houston Rockets in the NBA." Her best friend took out her phone and showed her the information she had found.
"Not even 19?" Yang Mi covered her head in surprise again, wondering what she had done.
"That's not right. If he's 19, how did he get into the bar yesterday? Isn't the limit 21?" Yang Mi asked, puzzled.
The bar yesterday had an adult theme, so it restricted the age of entry. She didn't want to go, but luckily her best friend's white husband owned a portion of the bar, so she went with her friend. Otherwise, she would never have dared to go to a place like that.
The identities of Wang Xiucheng and his entourage were naturally revealed by the bar waiter.
“Those NBA players, once they get in, they spend at least tens of thousands. If you were the owner, would you make that money?”
Yang Mi didn't know how to answer, so she changed the question.
"I know the NBA, but what does a two-way contract mean?"
"Well..." her best friend thought for a moment, "It's like those extras in China, they might lose their jobs one day. You've already done *that* to them, don't you have to take responsibility?"
Yang Mi was so angry that she stretched out her beautiful legs again, but her eyes were fixed on Wang Xiucheng on the TV, especially the faint scar on his lips, and she unconsciously bit her lip.
"Don't make me try to persuade you anymore. What era are we living in? Who says only men can date 18-year-olds? Why can't women date 18-year-olds too?"
"If old Jack dares to divorce me, I'll give him tens of millions and then find a young, handsome man."
As she spoke, she took out two tickets, which were for the Lakers vs. Rockets game two days later.
"Old Jack got these. Whether you go or not is up to you, but I'm going." With that, she took out a ticket and placed it on the table, then put the other one in her bag. "I'm leaving now."
Yang Mi bit her lip, looking at the purple-gold ticket on the table, her heart filled with conflict.