However, to everyone's surprise, he shook his head and refused.
"No, this isn't mine."
He shook his head as he walked away.
His eyes were filled with endless disappointment.
Mitchell picked up the ring beside him and looked at the name engraved on it. He hurriedly said, "This is yours. Your name and your jersey number are on it."
Gallo didn't even look back. He walked toward the bench.
He plopped down and fell silent.
Mitchell wanted to say more, but Wang Yi and James each put a hand on one of his shoulders.
Wang Yi said, "He only played half a minute in the Playoffs. He thinks he didn't contribute, so he doesn't want to accept it."
James nodded. "Winning a ring through your own ability means you at least contributed. This is the last bit of dignity he has left."
Mitchell sighed when he heard that.
He couldn't quite understand how these guys thought.
Still, he respected Gallo.
By then, the players from both teams were ready to take the court.
Wang Yi looked around Golden 1 Center.
There were still about 5,000 empty seats.
The Kings' first Regular Season game was supposed to be the first real game with all four superstars—Wang Yi, James, Paul, and Anthony—playing together. By all rights, the arena should have been packed.
But to everyone's surprise, there were still 5,000 empty seats even though the game was about to start.
In the past, Wang Yi might have felt resentful toward those fans.
They only showed up when the team played well and stayed away when it played badly. A bunch of fair-weather fans.
Real fans stuck with the team through thick and thin. They came whether the team was playing well or poorly. Those were the true diehards.
But Wang Yi