Chapter 238: I just ask you to be safe
The ESPN reporter who interviewed Deng Hongfei did not expect the other party's words to be so sharp and his attitude was extremely tough.
From the expression of the former, as well as the slightly high, rapid speed of speech, you can still feel the anger in your heart that has not yet been extinguished.
For a while, she also felt a little embarrassed, her lips squirmed a little, and finally laughed dryly, "Okay, thank you Deng Hongfei, I hope you can continue to play well in the next game, I believe that after the game, the league will definitely make a fair judgment and ruling on all unsportsmanlike behaviors in the game." ”
"Okay."
Deng Hongfei happened to have nothing to say, bowed slightly, and left directly.
But after walking a few steps, he was stopped by a Chinese reporter.
The questions asked are much the same.
In this regard, Deng Hongfei directly responded in Chinese: "In the next game, I will use all my opportunities to beat him." ”
In addition to that, he doesn't want to dwell too much on this issue anymore and doesn't want to continue to face the media.
After leaving the conversation, he entered the player's tunnel without hesitation, and finally got a moment of peace.
Back in the Spurs locker room, the atmosphere was generally relaxed.
But when everyone saw Deng Hongfei, they all glanced at each other and came up together, "Are you okay?" ”
"It's okay, I just hate that I didn't play well enough today."
This slightly cruel sentence suddenly caused a burst of emotion, "I'll go, you're not good enough, it's almost three pairs, buddy." ”
"yes, it's almost three pairs, what else do you want."
"Don't be angry, these actions are actually normal in the NBA, you just met Batum today."
"There will be more in the future, such as Dundee Jones, Zaza Pachulia and so on."
"They're all ruthless."
"It's not uncommon, but it must not be condoned."
Popovich's voice emerged from the crowd.
The old man and Udoka walked side by side, the former looked at Deng Hongfei and Split seriously, "After the game, the two of you and I will participate together, be sure to announce the ins and outs of the matter to the media, so that those scum players can get the punishment they deserve." ”
"Okay."
Deng Hongfei is still angry in retrospect.
If it weren't for his own system, he would definitely not be standing here now, and he would not have played a wonderful return of the king on the court.
Instead, he should lie in the hospital, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, and answering the doctor's questions one after another.
The experience is similar to the previous absence due to injury, and even the grievance of facing a career that cannot continue.
Thinking of this, he took out his phone.
As expected, the 5-inch screen was almost filled with missed calls and unread messages.
One by one.
There were twenty or thirty nervous inquiries from my father and mother alone.
Agent John Nynon is just as nervous.
It's just that the timing of the information is focused on when he was carried into the player's tunnel on a stretcher at the moment of injury.
Since the game returned to the field, there has been no new news.
So Deng Hongfei simply replied, reported that he was safe, took a shower, packed up and followed Popovich to the post-game press conference.
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As for the press conference, his answer was the same as before.
After all, that's just the way it is.
Office of the NBA Commissioner.
The new president, Adam Shaw, was the first to learn about the game.
After watching the video of the game repeatedly, he suddenly sighed, clasped his hands together, and gently rested on the desk frowning and thinking to himself.
A moment later.
His door was pushed open, and in came Mark Tatum, the vice president of the NBA and chief operating officer.
"Adam, what's the matter?"
Mark Tatum has a face that is distinctly oriental.
Beneath the black hair, there are two thick black eyebrows like crayons, and the pupils are also dark and shiny, and the complexion is yellow.
It's very relatable to laugh.
Tatum rarely tells outsiders about the fact that he has Chinese ancestry.
His mother was a Chinese who grew up in Vietnam.
His grandmother and grandfather are from Shantou, Guangdong.
So for China, Tatum actually always has a special emotion in his heart.
At this time, his face looked a little hasty.
Faced with Xiao Hua's call, he had to immediately put down what he was doing and rushed over.
"Here, watch this video."
Xiao Hua turned the computer screen directly to face Tatum.
The latter looked at it carefully for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "This is definitely a second-degree malicious foul. ”
"Well, you think so, right?"
Xiao Hua nodded and pulled the screen back: "Say, what do you think should be done?" ”
"This kind of behavior is heinous and must be punished severely." Mark Tatum thought for a moment and responded seriously.
"How much should the punishment be?" Xiao Hua asked again.
"Adam, I think we need to take into account Deng Hongfei's background as a Chinese player, you know, China has always been our main overseas market, there are a lot of fans who support us, so the punishment result must be satisfactory to them, specific measures, I think we need to consult the referee association, this matter, in the final analysis, should not be our business."
"Okay."
Adam Xiao Hua pondered for a moment, "This matter is up to you to explain, and it must be handled properly." ”
"Okay."
Mark Tatum was ordered to leave.
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Deng Hongfei Residence.
Shen Yan stuck it on her boyfriend, looked at the dog skin plaster on the latter's face distressedly, and blew lightly with her pink lips, "Does it still hurt?" ”
"If it doesn't hurt, it's just annoying."
Deng Hongfei was still angry, "This kind of scum is completely insulting to basketball." ”
"Hee-hee, okay, okay, don't be angry with the little stool."
Shen Yan stretched out his soft thorn and kept caressing it back and forth at Deng Hongfei's vest, whispering softly, "You know what? The moment I saw you being carried down on a stretcher today, my heart seemed to die, and at that moment, do you know what I was thinking? ”
"What do you think?"
Hearing this question, Deng Hongfei was a little curious.
Shen Yan pursed his lips and smiled: "I'm hating, hating the person who hurt you, hating the sport of basketball, and even hating myself." ”
"What are you doing to hate yourself?"
"Don't know?" Shen Yan shook her head and hugged her boyfriend's arm tighter, "I don't know why I hate myself." ”
"But I understand one thing."
Speaking of this, two intoxicating red glows suddenly evaporated on her pretty face.
The already soft words are even more sound like a thin mosquito.
"What's the matter?"
Deng Hongfei felt the subtlety of the person in his arms and became more and more curious.
Shen Yan suddenly sat up straight, held Deng Hongfei's cheeks with both hands, stared at him seriously with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said eloquently: "At that moment, I found that I could give up everything for you. ”
"Nothing matters anymore, as long as you're okay."
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