Chapter 453: This is unscientific!
Yang Mo frowned in bewilderment for a long moment, then finally replied with a wry smile, "Hey, buddy, I've never considered this question. Actually, I don't know them any better than you do. I've never even met them before tonight, and now you're asking me to decide who I like better. Don't you think that's asking too much?"
Yang Mo's bitter words caused some laughter at the scene, which was rare in the past, because Yang Mo and reporters were always on opposite sides, and he almost never said such soothing words.
"So, you mean you are not familiar with them?" the reporter asked quickly.
Upon hearing this, Yang Mo replied unhappily, "Yes, I'm not familiar with them at all. If you continue to dwell on this issue, I'll concoct some scheme to prevent you from asking any more questions, such as... having security escort you out."
Ha ha!
Yang Mo's words once again brought laughter to the audience, and the reporter also laughed dryly twice. After a while, he sat down.
Perhaps because Yang Mo was acting so well tonight, a reporter immediately stood up and asked a lighthearted question: "You scored 60 points in less than three quarters tonight. Have you ever considered using the final quarter to push for a new career high in scoring?"
"No." Yang Mo shook his head seriously and replied, "You know, the Clippers are terrible. Even if I scored 100 points on this team, it wouldn't prove my greatness. I'm not the kind of player who scores points casually. Although my passing ability is terrible, I'm actually a team player. I don't particularly enjoy showing off on the scoring end."
"So, are you implicitly criticizing Kobe Bryant?" A reporter in the audience quickly responded, deftly taking Yang Mo's words personally. This was a common media tactic; they could easily spin a nonsensical remark to attack another player.
Yang Mo was not angry at the reporter's questioning. Instead, she chuckled and said slowly, "Are you talking about Kobe Bryant from three years ago?"
Ahahaha!!
The audience immediately burst into laughter. They only knew Yang Mo as an arrogant and unfriendly player before, but they didn't expect that he also had such a humorous side, although it was a little cold.
As the reporters' laughter died down, Yang Mo took over and continued, "Honestly, I'm honored to be compared to Kobe Bryant three years ago, because back then he was the league's strongest attacker. But, obviously, my efficiency is higher than his. My shooting percentage is even higher than some big men."
Yang Mo said this gently. Perhaps it was because Yang Mo was being too affable today or something else, but a reporter stood up and yelled, "That's because you can't make a mid-range shot."
"Yes." Yang Mo nodded honestly, and then continued: "But, my three-point shooting is much more accurate than Kobe's."
"So, after you've already been rivaling the league's two top small forwards, are you planning on adding another opponent?" the complaining reporter continued, "Are you ready to challenge Kobe Bryant now?"
"No!" Yang Mo shook his head decisively and replied, "Actually, it was Kobe who challenged me. You may not know this, but since I joined the NBA, Kobe has lost to me far more times than I have to him. When I first joined the NBA, I won a thousand of his autographs in the three-point contest. The second time we met, he was very unconvinced and tried to train with me one-on-one, but I ended up learning his post-up jump shot. Now it's the third time, and he's trying to prove in the game the day after tomorrow that his foul-drawing skills are better than mine."
After finishing her long speech, Yang Mo did not forget to make a summary: "Look, this is Kobe . He always likes to challenge me in events where he can never beat me!"
Yang Mo's words once again drew laughter from the audience. The Los Angeles reporters suddenly realized that this guy wasn't as nasty as the rumors said! He looked like a master of dry jokes!
"In other words, you will have a decisive battle with Kobe Bryant the day after tomorrow night?" the reporter asked quickly. For them, this is a brand new media explosion point. If it is managed well, the influence will not be less than this 60-point bet.
"Of course." Yang Mo nodded cockily. "You should know that a legendary man like me will never be afraid of challenges from below."
Yang Mo is still arrogant, but the reporters feel that Yang Mo's arrogance tonight is not so annoying, and even a little cute!
"So do you think you can beat Kobe in the skill of drawing fouls?"
"Do you want me to hurt Kobe Bryant's feelings?" Yang Mo rolled her eyes at the reporter. "How could I possibly tell you my answer is YES?"
Very quickly, there was another burst of laughter from the audience.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first." Yang Mo stood up, waved to the reporters, turned around and walked back. After a few steps, he turned back again. Amidst the reporters' surprised and curious gazes, Yang Mo said firmly and solemnly, "I forgot one most important thing. Please tell Kevin Durant to completely give up trying to surpass me! He and I are really not on the same level of stars!"
Yang Mo paused and added, "Also, please ask him to correct his habit of drinking other people's bath water. This is a matter of personal hygiene, but also a matter of personal quality. After all, few girls want their bath water to be drunk by an ugly boy!"
After he said this, the whole place burst into laughter, and then spontaneous applause broke out, but Yang Mo had already turned around and left.
This was the first time since Yang Mo joined the NBA that reporters spontaneously applauded during a post-game press conference. Although he didn't interact with reporters often, his conflicts with them were frequently reported in the media. Tonight, the ice had been thawed.
When Yang Mo left the press conference and was walking back, she unexpectedly ran into Jessica Alba and her good friend Baron Davis.
Yang Mo didn't want to greet them, but something suddenly occurred to him, so he said to Davis, "Hey, Beard, you should step down from the starting point guard position. My friend Eric is more suitable for that position."
Yang Mo suddenly said this, which seemed a bit rash. The bearded man was a little unhappy and didn't want to pay attention to Yang Mo. But Jessica Alba next to him waved to Yang Mo enthusiastically: "Hey, Yang, you did a great job tonight."
"Thank you." Yang Mo smiled slightly and continued, "Your math skills are also impressive. Very impressive!"
"Oh, really?" Jessica Alba was a little shy and embarrassed. This was the first time someone had praised her math skills. Normally, everyone complimented her on her looks. Such an unusual compliment quickly piqued her interest. She already had a good impression of Yang Mo. So, she quickly asked, "By the way, are you free tonight? How about we go out for dinner together?"
"Together?" Yang Mo pointed at the bearded man, then at himself, and said, "Don't you think I'm the extra one in the middle?"
"No, of course not. Don't get the wrong idea. Barron and I are just good friends. We are just friends!" Jessica Alba quickly explained.
After her explanation, Baron Davis felt a little embarrassed: Sister, what you mean is that I am redundant?
Yang Mo felt relieved after hearing what she said. She thought that this was a good opportunity to talk to Baron Davis about Eric Gordon. After all, Eric Gordon had supported her in the draft, so it was only right for her to help him back now. So she nodded and agreed, "Okay! It's my honor."
"Well, let's go together!" Jessica Alba laughed, took Yang Mo's hand, and led Yang Mo forward. Baron Davis quickly followed. He looked at Yang Mo and Jessica Alba talking and laughing in front of him from behind, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised: Aren't you two going too fast?
Soon, the three of them got into Jessica's private nanny car. After a while, the car stopped. The three of them got out and walked into a Western restaurant under the guidance of Jessica Alba.
As soon as the three of them sat down, Yang Mo started chatting with Baron Davis. "You know, when I was a fan, your upset win over Golden State was so exciting. If you hadn't lost in the second round, I would have almost become a die-hard Warriors fan. I still remember your home court was all golden... It was spectacular!! That dunk of yours was so powerful!"
Yang Mo came up and started praising him, directly bringing up the Black Eight legend that Big Beard had been proud of all his life, which immediately made Big Beard very happy. In his joy, he put his arm around Yang Mo's shoulder and said with a smile, "That was all in the past. Now the era belongs to you young people."
This was exactly what Davis said, so Yang Mo quickly followed up on Davis's words and said, "I remember that I went into battle with a back injury. I wonder if it's better now?"
"Sigh..." Davis sighed and said slowly, "I'm covered in injuries right now. I have to give myself a good massage every night before I can fall asleep. Professional players are so cruel. You only have youth to thrive, and when the time comes, all kinds of injuries will find you."
"Then you must get more rest and limit your playing time, otherwise your injury will be aggravated and it will be even more difficult after you retire."
As soon as Yang Mo said this, Jessica Alba beside her quickly said with concern, "Yes! Yes! You must make sure to rest. Yang, you too, you're still young, but... basketball is an intense sport, you must pay attention. In fact, I think your acting is very good, and your box office appeal is also very strong. Why don't you just give up playing basketball and make movies!"
"Yeah, Yang! The money you earn from playing basketball should not be as much as your salary from making movies, right? I heard that you have already entered the club of tens of millions of salary!" Davis chimed in.
"It's more than tens of millions. I heard it's over 20 million US dollars, and they also want a share of the box office revenue."
"Oh my god, if I had so much money, I would definitely not play basketball. I would definitely choose to make movies! It's much more cost-effective than playing basketball!"
"yes!"
The two of them exchanged words, like a crosstalk performance, one supporting the other. Yang Mo was completely bewildered. Wasn't it me who was supposed to persuade Davis to give way to Gordon? How did they end up convincing me to retire and make a movie?
This is unscientific!!
