NBA: I can see real-time shooting percentage

Chapter 23 Formal Contract
"Hello, Qin Ming. Say hello to everyone."

"Hello."

Qin Ming said it first in Chinese and then in English.

"Many people, including me, would like to know how you managed to do this in the first game as an undrafted pick. You scored 25 points, 4 assists, and 3 rebounds tonight. For an undrafted pick, this is already a good answer."

"Well, the first thing I want to say is that a player's future and prospects are not completely represented by the draft pick. People with high draft picks must have their strengths, but that doesn't mean that players with low draft picks must be bad. I remember that many players entered the league from low picks and then had their own place in the league."

This passage of Qin Ming once again spoke Chinese first, and then English.

His long speech made the beautiful reporter a little embarrassed. In fact, she could translate for Qin Ming, but Qin Ming saved part of her work, and she was also happy.

On the contrary, the three people sitting on the commentary platform laughed: "Qin Ming just let us get off work."

"Yes, he speaks Chinese first and then English, which is also very interesting."

"Yes, do you think you can become an All-Star player like Ginobili, Isaiah Thomas, or Jokic in the future?"

"I've got a long way to go, I'm just a rookie who's only played one game, and that's probably why I felt good tonight, so..."

After all, Qin Ming came from China. His way of speaking was very smooth, and he basically didn't give the beautiful reporter a chance to dig a hole. But when he said this, two bullies appeared behind him.

The two bullies are, of course, Morris and Paul George.

The two of them were waiting in the locker room after the game, and then realized that Qin Ming wasn't here. Only then did they realize that this guy was being interviewed. He trotted out of the locker room and came over with two glasses of ice water.

Qin Ming was caught off guard and was immediately doused with ice water.

"It's been so hot tonight, it's time to calm down!"

"This is our point guard, this is our player! Everyone, remember him!"

Qin Ming's body trembled, he smiled helplessly, and was pushed and pulled into the dressing room by two people.

However, Rivers has been waiting by the side, and the beautiful reporter was not embarrassed, and immediately asked Rivers to continue the interview.

"As the coach of the Clippers, will Qin Ming be the last piece of the puzzle for you to win the championship this season?"

Rivers is also a battle-tested man, and he will not draw conclusions so quickly: "Qin Ming is a piece of gold buried in the sand. I am very glad that our scouts and general manager found him. He is a great player, not just him. All of our players performed very well tonight. We definitely have the strength to compete for the championship this season."

"Are you satisfied with Qin Ming's performance tonight?"

Rivers said with a smile: "He is a boy full of energy, and he is also very good at reading the situation of the game. After Beverley was injured, he must be our main rotation in these games. I have nothing to say about a player with a shooting percentage of 90.00%. I hope he can continue this feeling in the next game."

After that, there was a lot of chatter, and Rivers went back to the locker room.

At this time, Qin Ming was still being pulled up by his teammates and forced to get high.

Paul George and Morris, the two members of the atmosphere group, were bouncing around in the locker room, and other Clippers players were also circling around Qin Ming.

This kind of atmosphere is very good, and Qin Ming also enjoyed it very much.

The introverted Xiaoka also sat on the chair and smiled.

"OK, everyone returns to their seats."

Rivers knocked on the door, interrupting their celebration.

Everyone returned to their positions.

"Tonight we won our first game of the season, but I hope it doesn't make us proud. Because we still had a lot of things that we didn't do well and made a lot of low-level mistakes tonight."

Rivers first lowered the high morale, and the players fell silent.

"But we won the fucking Lakers! We won James, we won the opener! So we can be happy tonight!"

Rivers suddenly yelled, and all the players immediately cheered and clapped.

At this time, the reporter outside also walked in with his own camera.

Rivers' assistant coach walked in with a basketball.

This is what Rivers came specifically for.

"Qin Ming, this is your first game in the NBA, and it is also an important milestone in your life. This basketball is given to you. I hope you can continue your path and become an All-Star player."

Qin Ming stood up and picked up the basketball that made him famous all over the world tonight, and immediately felt that it meant a lot to him.

Qin Ming took a deep breath and held it over.

All the Clippers players applauded collectively, cheering for the undrafted pick.

Tears flickered in Qin Ming's eyes, and he took another deep breath, trying to suppress his tears.

Traveling across the ocean alone, facing the strange eyes around him, the contemptuous eyes of all the players, and the scouts shaking their heads, for a 19-year-old boy with great ambitions, it is too hurtful.

His pride has long been shattered in the draft.

Even his own commercial value is not valued by anyone.

But now, he is no longer an unknown player who is obscured by everyone. He is the headline tonight, and he is the vane of all fans.

Although there is only one game, it proves that he has fulfilled his dream.

I am finally an NBA player.

Rivers patted Qin Ming on the shoulder: "Call your parents when you get home."

Qin Ming nodded heavily.

After Rivers, it was Jerry West who walked in.

The latter held a file bag in his hand and handed it to Qin Ming.

"Although this is a commercial document, I want to give it to you in front of the camera. Qin Ming, you have a guaranteed contract and you are already an official member of the NBA. Welcome to the NBA family."

Qin Ming took the document, with tears in his eyes, took the pen from Jerry West, squatted on the ground and signed the contract with his own name.

After signing this contract, he can be regarded as a real NBA player.

The flashes flickered wildly.

The Clippers players all came up to congratulate.

At this moment, Qin Ming just wanted to make a phone call to his parents.

Tell them that your son is finally getting something.

(End of this chapter)