50 points in a single quarter!
72 points, 8 assists, 8 rebounds, 6 steals, and 6 blocks for the game.
Most importantly, zero turnovers!
That was the stat line he put up in the first regular-season game of the season.
When Wang Yi left the court, the entire crowd rose to their feet and bowed to him in worship, chanting his new nickname over and over.
"God Wang!"
"God Wang!"
"God Wang!"
A more over-the-top translation would be "God King."
A more proper translation would be "King of Gods."
Wang Yi was only in his third season, so calling him the King of Gods might have been going a bit far. But in the hearts of Sacramento fans, he had earned the title.
As he left the court, Wang Yi high-fived each of the players along the sidelines.
He was excited, and so were the players.
And as he came off the court, he once again bravely bumped chests with James.
So what if the collision sent him flying a few meters backward?
Bronny, who had spent nearly the entire game on the bench, stood up and enthusiastically slapped hands with Wang Yi to celebrate.
As their hands met, all he felt was shock.
He'd seen Wang Yi's jaw-dropping performances on TV plenty of times, but watching him in person was a completely different experience.
His Uncle Wang really wasn't human.
Fifty points in a single quarter was something he'd never even dared to imagine.
And Wang Yi had actually done it.
But beneath his shock, there was also a trace of dejection in his eyes.
In his first NBA regular-season game, he hadn't gotten a chance to play, even with only thirty-seven seconds left.
Compared to his father James's first regular-season game, his own debut had been an