Although Wang Yi had played a supporting role for Old Zhan and his son in this game, he had quietly racked up a monster triple-double of 35 points, 17 assists, and 15 rebounds.
Managing 17 assists alongside passing greats like James and Paul was proof enough that Wang Yi's passing skills were every bit as good as theirs now.
And since the team had been comfortably ahead for most of the game, aside from those two jaw-dropping dunks, he hadn't really seemed to do much.
Yet somehow, he had quietly put up 35 points.
That was Wang Yi's ability these days.
He could seem like he hadn't done much, then you'd look at the box score after the game and see he'd scored more than 30 points. His scoring was like a gentle rain soaking into the earth—subtle and constant.
At the end of the game, the team's PR department arranged for Bronny to do the courtside interview.
As LeBron's son, he had already done plenty of interviews.
But this was his first time doing a courtside interview after a game.
He seemed a little nervous. Almost instinctively, he turned around, hoping to find James or Wang Yi or Paul.
But when he looked, the three of them had disappeared.
The beautiful reporter asked Bronny, "You got into the game quite early today and played 15 minutes. Was that a change the head coach made on his own initiative?"
Bronny was about to answer when, all of a sudden, a small bucket of ice water was dumped right over his head.
"Whoa—"
Bronny yelped. He felt ice-cold from head to toe.
He turned around and saw that it was Wang Yi and Paul, the two uncles who never acted their age.
The two of them pulled faces at Bronny, then