She asked Wang Yi the first question:

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Wang. You look tired and exhausted."

"Hu-hu-"

Wang Yi gasped, his eyelids slowly closed.

This is his answer.

He was so tired that he didn't even want to talk.

Rachel continued:

"Thank you very much for still accepting my interview. Then the first question, today is the first time that you scored 50 points, and it is also the first time that Chinese people scored 50 points in the NBA. How do you feel?"

Wang Yi was still breathing heavily.

But his mind was already running fast.

The reporter's question today is one of the rare and innocent questions.

He couldn't help but gave Rachel a difficult smile and said:

"It feels great...very great."

Rachel nodded and said:

"Second question, the final five hits, it's really beautiful. That's art. How did you do it?"

There is clearly nothing wrong with this question.

Wang Yi pointed to his head and said only one word:

"inspiration."

In that flash of lightning, there was no time to think.

It's all about a sudden flash of inspiration.

This is the last moment, like a work of art-like five-strike combo.

Wang Yi then added:

"Actually, I also learned from Teacher Ma."

"Who is Teacher Ma?"

Rachel asked suspiciously.

Wang Yi took a breath and replied:

"The founder of Lightning Five Whiplash, the originator of Jihuafa, and the master of no flash."

Rachel was still dazed.

In Tencent's live broadcast, Yang Yi, Wang Meng and Meina had long laughed.

Wang Meng translated Wang Yi's words.

The barrage suddenly burst into joy.

"It turns out that Brother Yi's skills were passed down from Master Ma!"

"Ma Baoguo is divided into NBA countries!"

"It seems that you have learned the essence."

"My brother Yi is really talented, and I love Brother Yi."

"This female reporter is so confused, so pitiful, hahahaha..."

Rachel was really confused.

What is Lightning Five Whip?

What is hair transplant?

What the hell is it if there is no flash?

Damn, I didn't prepare enough.

It seems that it is time to learn more about Huaxia in the future.

But although embarrassed, she still used the warm smile on her face to cover up the past.

Moving on to the third question:

"In the third quarter, you seemed to be running out of energy. You obviously played with will after that. What kept you going until the end of the game?"

Wang Yi thought for a while.

There is still no hole in this problem.

He raised his right hand with difficulty and looked at his palm.

He turned his hand over again, looked at the back of his hand, and said:

"See? Yellow skin."

Rachel nodded, but she didn't know why.

Wang Yi pointed to his eyes again: "Dark eyes."

Rachel seemed to understand something.

Wang Yi took another breath and said:

"I just want to prove that the yellow race can also gain a firm foothold in the NBA, and the yellow race can also score high points in the NBA."

Rachel was slightly moved when she heard the words.

I heard earlier that the patriotism of Chinese people is far from comparable to that of Western people.

From Wang Yi's point of view, this is indeed the case.

In the Tencent NBA live broadcast room, the barrage was boiling again.

"Big love brother Yi."

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