After the game, Wang Yi, James, and Paul all exchanged warm pleasantries with Westbrook and Thick Eyebrows.
Westbrook patted Wang Yi on the shoulder, then gave him a firm hug. "Brother, you played great. Forty-two points and twenty-seven assists—you really are something."
James said beside them, "Sorry we couldn't let you end our fourteen-game winning streak. Instead, we ended your seven-game streak."
Thick Eyebrows gave a rueful smile. "It was only a Regular Season game. Next time we meet, we definitely won't let you beat us so easily."
Though he said that, deep down he understood that if the Kings' Big Three kept playing like this, it would be incredibly difficult for them to beat the Kings again.
The sight of the five of them chatting amiably nearly made the Lakers Fans sick.
Could you please not be so friendly?
You lose by thirty points and still call each other brothers. You're making those of us who traded barbs before the game feel like complete idiots.
Before the fourth quarter had even ended, Kings fans were already flooding social media with attacks on the haters.
Pippen and Pierce's Twitter accounts had long since been swarmed, which went without saying.
Meanwhile, Smith, the biggest Wang Yi hater, was getting thousands of comments on his Twitter account.
"I'd love to see your smug face right now. Is it all swollen from getting slapped?"
"The Kings said they'd win at least fifteen in a row, and they did. I just want to see what else you have to say now, you idiot."
"You're just an ignorant jerk who thinks he can predict the Kings. You don't realize that a dumbass like you can't predict them."
For once, Smith didn't argue back.
Wang Yi's performance had left him with nothing to say.
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