Chapter 9 New Module Opens God’s Companion

Author: Xiaoshu Xiaoshu Xiaoshu

Chapter 9 New module opens-God’s Companion

Post-game interview session.

Rockets coach D'Antoni and Lakers coach Luke Walton sit side by side.

D'Antoni, who was originally older, looked more vicissitudes next to the young Walton.

Media reporters are already ready to go.

He asked D'Antoni the tough questions he had prepared.

"Mr. D'Antoni, how do you evaluate the performance of Rockets player Zheng Long before this game?"

How to evaluate?

How else can I rate it!

His kid scored 68 points!

“Not bad.”

Walton on the side was very dissatisfied with D'Antoni's evaluation.

interjected.

"Is it just not bad? When Zheng Long came off the court at the end of the three quarters, one person scored more points than the entire Rockets team."

Wharton's words caused laughter at the scene.

D'Antoni blew his beard angrily and stared.

"Please don't interrupt when others are talking. This is basic respect, Mr. Wharton."

Wharton spread his hands.

Maybe in front of Lakers players.

He is a young head coach who is too tolerant.

But in public.

He doesn't mind defending his players.

The reporters interviewed by the media continued to target D'Antoni.

"Mr. D'Antoni, what are the reasons within the Rockets that led to the decision to trade Zheng Long."

Finally we come to this crucial question.

D'Antoni hesitated a little.

Morey didn't teach him how to say it on the phone.

"Well, Zheng Long has suffered serious injuries in the past two years."

"He needs some time to recover."

"The Rockets' goal this season is to win the championship, and they don't have much time to give young players. So."

The reporter pursuing the interview pursued.

"So what you are saying is that Zheng Long's current performance is not suitable for a championship team?"

"He's already scored 68 points in one game."

"Isn't this enough?"

D'Antoni was completely panicked.

This is a complete dead end.

It doesn't make sense at all.

No team is going to trade a player who scored 68 points in Summer League.

Oh shit.

Such a player.

You go directly to the bench.

Wouldn’t it be nice to be a super sixth man?

"I'm really sorry, my stomach suddenly feels uncomfortable."

"Next, you can interview Mr. Wharton."

D'Antoni, who really had nothing to say, could only choose to escape.

He left the interview scene as if running away.

After the Summer League Lakers vs. Rockets game.

The official account of Team Rocket.

It was also attacked by Rockets fans.

Rockets fans expressed their anger.

"The biggest trade joke of the year! The historical No. 1 pick was sold by the team as a blue-collar player!"

"Looking at the entire history of the NBA, this transaction is quite explosive."

"Mogou, please step down! The Rockets don't even want to admit what a ridiculous thing they have done. They are still looking for all kinds of excuses and reasons!"

During last season's playoffs, Rockets fans felt like they were holding back their anger.

No place to vent!

"I understand, Mo Gou wants Brother Deng to conquer the city by himself!"

"In this era of teamwork."

"Give Brother Deng a chance to become a god."

"real."

"Mogou, I'm crying to death!"

It was a deal that caused a lot of excitement.

There has been a polar reversal in public opinion.

Lakers fans had the last laugh.

The Rockets suddenly became the laughing stock of the entire league.

The Rockets officials also chose to remain silent.

Lakers UCLA training facility at 6:30.

Extremely deserted.

After entering the hall.

A dark and sturdy security guard walked towards me.

He looked at Zheng Long curiously.

After all, here it is.

Asian faces are rare.

Zheng Long waved and said good morning.

Prepare to go directly to the arena.

But he was stopped by security personnel.

"Please wait a moment sir, I need to confirm my identity with you."

This is a black man with a sinewy face.

He is even taller than Zheng Long.

After coming to the United States.

There are a lot of troubles like this.

Zheng Long was a little irritable.

"No need, right? You can only enter by swiping your face here. Is there anything to confirm?"

The black security guard waved his hand quickly.

A misunderstood expression on his face.

"No, no, sir, I just want to ask, are you Mr. Zheng Long?"

"Um."
To be continued...