NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

However, Wang Yi's style of play is too desperate and easily injured.And it was consumed like this in the regular season, what about the playoffs?

This is a question that Wang Yi's trainers and coaches should consider.

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On the American side, American Yang Yi, Steve A. Smith, is still mercilessly black Wang Yi.

"He can play this way until he is 30 years old at most."

"Many fans like his violent style of play, but as a professional player, this kind of style of play will greatly shorten his career."

"So he's actually pretty stupid, downright stupid."

"His approach will have an extremely bad influence on many children. If children all learn his style of play, then the game of basketball will be over. If they all use brute force as soon as they go on the court, then what else is there in this sport? Meaning. How about going to the football."

Smith's words were intense.

That's how he is, if he doesn't like a certain athlete, he's all black.

In short, you are not right anywhere.

Playing ball is wrong, eating is wrong, going to the bathroom is wrong.

James was hacked by him for more than ten years.

To be able to blackmail a superstar for more than ten years, this guy is more dedicated than [-]% of the sunspots.

But regarding these, Wang Yi still does not know.

Even if he knew, he didn't care.

These guys rely on black superstars to make money.

This guy's ability to blackmail him just proves that his influence is constantly expanding.

At this point, the Lakers players are packing their things.

Because they had to fly to Sacramento overnight, and the game the day after tomorrow was scheduled for noon.

The players all have altitude sickness more or less, and they must have enough rest time to adjust.

The two rookies who arrived on the team this year have already started to carry everyone's backpacks, shoes and other things to the bus.

This is a compulsory course for every rookie after coming to the NBA.

When they opened the door, they found two people standing at the door of the locker room.

A man and a woman are both Chinese.

"Excuse me, may I go in and see Wang Yi?"

said a timid voice.

Wang Yi recognized that it was Zuo Xiao's voice.

Look at the teammates who are all packed up.

He said, "Zuo Xiao, come in."

Zuo Xiao entered the locker room and felt a little timid when he saw these two-meter-long guys with big arms and thick waists.

After all, he had never faced so many strong men in such a small environment before.

But soon she saw Wang Yi lying on the floor at the end of the dressing room, and hurried over.

Those strong men knew that Zuo Xiao was Wang Yi's team reporter, so they didn't take it seriously.

Their eyes didn't even linger on Zuo Xiao for too long.

Because Zuo Xiao, a Xiaojiabiyu type oriental girl, doesn't fit their aesthetics.

They all like the kind of plump, big breasts and big buttocks.

Seeing that Wang Yi was still lying on the floor, Zuo Xiao quickly asked:

"How do you feel now?"

Wang Yi joked: "You come to see me, I feel much better."

Zuo Xiao couldn't help but blushed slightly, and said, "Brother Yi, I brought you some medicine to relieve altitude sickness, you should feel better after taking it."

Wang Yi shook his head: "If you don't carry it this time, will you have to take medicine every time you come here?"

Zuo Xiao understood what Wang Yi meant, and said, "Then how can I make you feel better?"

Wang Yi said: "Just lie down like this and rest for a while and you'll be fine."

Sima Liang, the cameraman behind Zuo Xiao, asked Wang Yi: "Brother Wang, can I... shoot? I know it's not suitable now, but... if there is a documentary in the future, it will be very important."

Wang Yi smiled: "I've only played well for a few days, are you sure it's worth making a documentary?"

The cameraman Sima Liang is not like Zuo Xiao, he is a shrewd guy.

He replied: "Of course, of course. Brother Wang, if you don't make a documentary, it's unreasonable. And what are documentaries? In the future, Sports Illustrated, Times cover, as long as you maintain the current level, Brother Yi, it's still a good idea." clutched."

Wang Yi nodded slightly: "Let's take pictures, it doesn't matter. But be careful, don't take pictures of other teammates, they don't like to be disturbed in their private time."

Sima Liang was a little apologetic: "I'm sorry, Brother Wang, for interrupting your private time."

Wang Yi shook his head, jokingly said: "It doesn't matter. When Jack Ma started his business, he still had a camera to follow him at any time. I also want to be Jack Ma in the basketball world, so naturally I have to follow a camera. I'm not used to it."

One sentence made both Sima Liang and Zuo Xiao laugh out loud.

The teammates couldn't understand what they were talking about, and they all looked at the three with blank faces.

After more than 20 minutes, the coach has returned and greeted the players to get on the bus:

"The train will start in 5 minutes. Get on the train when you are ready. How are you, Wang, can you go?"

Wang Yi nodded: "It's much better."

Then, holding back the discomfort in his body, he sat up.

Caruso and Kuzma helped him to a nearby chair.

When Wang Yi made such a move, he felt a little disgusted again.

The headache got worse.