Chapter 75 Wanghou General, Rather Kind

"Ba, you only played 30 minutes in this game, so do you think 21 rebounds is your true level? How much water is there?"

The FOX reporter asked bluntly.

"Haha, then, Mr. Reporter, do you think the top ten rebounds in a single game in NBA history are their true level? Or can they achieve this number per game? How much water is there?"

This game made Li Ba feel a little uncomfortable, raised three fingers, and replied directly.

The eighth to tenth rebounds in a single game in the NBA are all 31 rebounds. Who the hell can average so many rebounds per game? In ancient times, Zhang Erwan only averaged 27.2 rebounds per game. Now that there are so many restrictive rules, God can't do it.

So, that reporter shut up.

At this time Frank grabbed the microphone and said: "Everyone is on the scene in this game. We have been behind all the time. There is no such thing as rebounding. As much as the hammer catches, there is no water. This is my opinion. I believe it should also be your opinion."

"Hammer, you didn't get the Rookie of the Week in the first two weeks, do you think you are eligible to be the Rookie of the Week?"

asked an ESPN reporter.

"I have to admit that I am not eligible to be elected for the time being. James performed very well, and Anthony is also good."

Li Ba replied honestly, but he also said: "But I also think that the best rookie of the week, or even the best rookie of the season, is the same as the draft pick, and it doesn't represent everything."

"Ba, what are your disappointments with this game?" the host asked a CNN reporter again.

"Disappointed, kind of. I think..."

After thinking about it, Li Ba said: "Now my defense is far from enough to affect the outcome of a game, because any ordinary player can make all my efforts come to naught. If it is those star players Explosion? Or those superstars? Super giants? Unimaginable! So I still need more efforts."

"snort!"

Hearing Li Ba describe him as an ordinary player, Dean Glover of the Eagles sitting on the other side couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"Tie Hammer, you are becoming more and more like Big Ben, so what do you expect for the future?" A reporter from the local Sun Daily asked.

"Big Ben? Hehe! It's not that I don't like offense, but I have to do a good job of defense now. As for the future, I hope my defense can be strong enough to determine the outcome of a game, that's it." Li Ba said .

These words made the reporters below fall silent.

Then several reporters were handed the microphone, which made Li Ba notice that the host of his press conference seemed to be all white reporters?

"Ba, you are from China, so your ceiling should be very low. Do you agree with this professional judgment?"

Another white reporter being named, he asked.

"I'm from China, so my ceiling should be low? What do you mean by saying this? Do you think it's about race, so my ceiling should be low?"

Li Ba's eyes turned cold, and he asked in a cold voice.

"NONONO, it's just for you personally."

The reporter quickly denied that this was racial discrimination, and he couldn't admit it, even though he thought so and said so.

"I came into this country knowing that it is full of minds like yours. There is no doubt that it is a dirty mind. I will tell you that I will not answer any of your questions, at any time , at any location."

Li Ba would not let him go, and said directly.

The reporter's face changed, and his expression turned into disdain: "Then you think you are important?"

"From the attitude of our press conference host, I know that this dirty-minded Mr. reporter is more important."

Li Ba ignored the reporter, but stared at the press conference host standing beside him and said.

"Fire at your own people? Oops, something is going to happen!" Chen Hong at the back of the hall thumped in his heart.

The host was a middle-aged Caucasian woman, and said calmly at this time: "Sorry, sir, I don't think there is anything wrong with what the reporter said. He has the right to continue asking questions."

"Look, dirty stuff is everywhere."

Li Ba stood up, didn't look at the hostess again, looked down at the reporters below, and said coldly: "Is it just because I am Asian or Chinese? Maybe half of you are not of this woman's skin color." And the color that this man likes, and you, as the media, are silent now. I have to tell you that when you, or your family and friends are targeted in the future, none of you will be innocent."

These words caused a commotion among the reporters below.

"This place is full of their rancid smell, I... can't breathe anymore."

After saying these words, Li Ba walked out of the press conference hall.

In the hall, what happened suddenly made everyone look at each other in dismay.

"I think I too... can't breathe!"

Marion next to him also stood up, shrugged, said Li Ba's last words, and then left the hall.

"Sorry, I think Hammer is right, he is right, the behavior of some people will not be tolerated. I feel like I can't breathe here."

Frank finished this sentence in a hurry and left quickly.

"Let's go, let's go back and expose this incident in China." Chen Hong told other domestic reporters.

"Let's go."

Everyone looked worried, but nodded in unison.

"Hammer, Hammer, calm down, calm down!" Frank caught up with Li Ba in the corridor, and was relieved to see that he was still in a good mood.

Marion also ran over from behind and yelled at Li Ba: "Hey, Hammer, you're right, some people are really dirty."

"Frank, I have something to tell you." Li Ba suddenly pulled Frank forward.

"OK, I'm listening." Frank nodded.

"Hey, can I hear you?" Marion cried unwillingly.

"Haha, of course." Li Ba laughed loudly.

"What's the matter, Hammer?"

"Frank, what do you think of my strength? Now, next season, future, my ceiling, tell me your opinion?" Li Ba smiled.

"Well, let me think about it."

Frank was stunned for a moment, and after serious consideration, he said, "If it wasn't for that guy's explosion today, we would have won by relying only on your rebounds. If we talk about the future, I think you can become the next big player if you finish." Ben. Even, I think your rebounding ability is better than him. Today, your rebounding range reached the three-point line several times, which is incredible!"

"Yes, this is my attempt. When the parabola of the bouncing ball is higher, it takes more time to fall, so I think I can reach farther. Of course, there are not many such opportunities now. But I believe there will be progress." Li Ba nodded.

"Hammer, your rebounding ability is really strong, or can you compete for the rebounding champion this season?" Marion laughed.

"Of course, that's what I must fight for." Li Ba said to Marion with certainty, and then said to Frank:

"If, well, Frank, not if, yes, from now on, I'll be with Amare Stoudemire, or whoever, like Stephen, like Sean..."

He pointed to Marion next to him. The latter seemed to understand something, smiled, and took half a step back.

Li Ba continued: "The team needs a boss, why can't it be me? I will definitely compete with them for the boss of the team, do you think it is possible?"

The reason why he suddenly had this idea was firstly stimulated by today's data.

He thinks that he can perform like this in the future, or even better, because today he is not a bright performance.

Since he can play such a performance, why can't he compete for the boss?

James is the boss in the Cavaliers, and Anthony, Bosh and Wade are also the future bosses trained by their teams. Why can't he compete?

He didn't argue, why did he come all the way to America? Came here to be discriminated against by them?

Now that he's here, let's fight for him to turn the world upside down.

Princes, generals, and relatives, why should I not fight?

The big deal is the same as Stephen Marbury, lose the competition, be a lone wolf, and make a comeback in the future.