NBA: I can see real-time shooting percentage

Chapter 47
"Qin Ming, you scored 33 points tonight, which is also the highest score in your current career. What can you say about your performance tonight?"

With a towel wrapped around his neck, Qin Ming said out of breath, "Well, it depends on my teammates. They made enough screens and spaces so that I could have a good chance to score. My coach also trusts me very much and allows me to make enough contributions on the court."

He continued to speak in Chinese and English.

"The last game-killing three-pointer, is the plan for you to shoot it?"

"Yes, the coach asked me to perform this task as a pitcher. Because I felt good tonight, and my teammates were very happy to let me pitch in that position."

After Qin Ming answered the two questions, he went back to the locker room. He will have a press conference next time, and he will answer many strange questions at that time.

Then the reporter began to interview the coach: "Coach Rivers, what do you think of Qin Ming's performance tonight?"

"I'm very satisfied with his performance tonight. He didn't play very well in the first half, so I replaced him to let him calm down. He found his form in the second half and led the bench team to play very well. He is our core player. His energy and vitality give our team a good motivation."

"You gave Qin Ming the last ball. He is still a rookie. You can see his ability is very strong. Where do you think his upper limit is?"

"I don't think any player has an upper limit. They are all people with unlimited possibilities. No matter what the pick is, whether it's a substitute or an injury, they can't stop these players from releasing their energy. This is related to his own training and will. Talent does not mean everything. I hope that all players will not give up easily."

After the interview, Rivers returned to the locker room.

Next, after taking a shower, Qin Ming, Leonard, and Paul George were interviewed at the press conference.

The three sat in order, Leonard sat closest to the door, Paul George sat in the middle, and Qin Ming sat in the innermost.

Spotlights and microphones, a lot of people sitting in a small room, blue curtains behind the players.

"Piaojiao, what do you think of Qin Ming's performance tonight?"

"Again, he's the best player among us, and he's going to be the best player in the league."

"Qin Ming, you are the star tonight again. How long do you think this situation can last?"

This question is malicious.

Qin Ming still said with a professional smile: "I don't know, and I don't care. As long as our team wins, I don't care what I do."

"Qin Ming, do you think you will win the best rookie this season?"

"I don't know, the players before me in the draft are all good athletes, they have excellent physical fitness and technology, I can only do my best."

"Qin Ming, do you think Chinese food is better or American food better?"

The scene suddenly burst into laughter.

This reporter is a well-known reporter, and he often asks strange questions at press conferences.

Qin Ming also smiled: "I still like the dishes from my hometown, and I also miss the dishes made by my mother. I haven't eaten her dishes for a long time."

These questions could vaguely set off some rhythm, but Qin Ming avoided them skillfully.

After the press conference was over, Qin Ming left and stretched in the player tunnel. He was a little tired and sleepy.

In fact, he was very excited after the game, but after physical therapy and recuperation, Qin Ming felt that he was about to fall asleep.

Don't get too comfortable with ice packs, massages, etc.

Qin Ming sat in his broken car, looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled.

Fortunately, grasped.

As he drove toward his hotel, wearing a hat and sunglasses given to him by Paul George, he was easily recognizable as a star.

Moreover, this is another home court, and if something bad happens, the loss outweighs the gain.

Downstairs in the hotel, Qin Ming swiped his card to enter his room, and jumped directly onto his bed. The cotton seemed to wrap him up, making him want to sleep extremely.

Go to sleep for a while, then brush your teeth.

Qin Ming thought so.

……

Drop drop drop drop.

Qin Ming's cell phone vibrated non-stop. He covered his pillow, but couldn't eliminate the noise.

He glanced at the time.

Twelve midnight.

who calls.

Qin Ming answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Hello? Are you at the hotel?"

"Yes."

It was Paul George calling.

Are you asking nonsense, where am I not in the hotel.

"I'm downstairs, come down, and take you to play."

"Don't."

"Hurry up, rookie."

People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Qin Ming let out a long breath, doubted his life for two seconds, then got up, put on his clothes, and walked downstairs.

Paul George was driving a cool sports car, with one hand on the car window, wearing sunglasses, and shouted: "Hey! Our MVP! Here!"

"I'm coming."

Qin Ming opened the car door, sat in the sports car, and said helplessly, "Where are you going?"

"Go hi."

Paul George kicked the accelerator to fully push back. Qin Ming exclaimed and put on his seat belt helplessly.

The speed of the car was fast, and Paul George soon arrived at a local bar.

Just at the door, I heard shouts and violent music in the bar.

Qin Ming had never been to this kind of place before, he was a little curious, but also a little shy.

"the first time?"

Qin Ming nodded.

"Hahahahaha, relax! Our next match is three days away, relax and have fun tonight."

"Aren't you going to drink and drive later?"

"I'll take care of it, don't worry!"

Paul George glared at Qin Ming, dragged him to the innermost bar, and said to the beautiful bartender, "Give him an entry-level drink, this guy doesn't drink much."

The beautiful bartender glanced at Qin Ming and smiled with her lips pursed, as if she understood what Paul George meant.

Qin Ming sat at the bar, listening to music very bored.

These songs are very hilarious. He looked at the crowd dancing beside him and felt that they were too exaggerated.

He's like a stripped-down guy who just doesn't fit in here.

Just when he was looking for George, he found this guy standing on the DJ stage with a microphone in his hand.

"How are you in New Orleans?! I'm Paul George! The guy sitting at the bar is Qin Ming! He scored 33 points tonight, everyone on the scene, please make the loudest noise?!"

so awkward.

Qin Ming covered his face, trying to find a crack on the ground to get in.

At this time, many women present turned their attention to Qin Ming.

When can I go?

Qin Ming looked up at the sky.

(End of this chapter)