Tonight, at the Kings' home arena, Golden 1 Center.
There wasn't a game here today, but the arena was still packed to capacity. More than 17,000 fans had come to watch the game on the big screen.
The plaza outside was even more crowded, with 50,000 fans watching the game on the giant screen set up there.
When they heard the crowd at the away arena chanting "MVP," the fans here joined in, shouting "MVP" in unison.
The Bucks' home arena.
Xiao Hua was there today, too. When he saw the number on his tablet had reached 130 million, his face lit up with a huge grin.
Sure enough, Wang Yi was the NBA's biggest draw and its secret to making money.
It looked like they'd have to keep promoting Wang Yi next season.
But Wang Yi was just too good. He was making the games far less entertaining.
They'd have to nerf him.
Otherwise, if the Finals ended after just four or five games, they'd be missing out on a lot of money.
Meanwhile, Antetokounmpo, seated on the Bucks' bench, looked grim.
This was his home court. He should have been the one hearing the crowd chant "MVP."
Instead, an opposing player was getting those chants on his turf. It was a humiliating slap in the face.
So when the halftime buzzer sounded, he didn't go over to hug the Kings players goodbye. He turned and headed straight into the Player Tunnel.
Holiday had been completely rattled by the game. He'd played only seven minutes today, and he didn't say goodbye to the Kings players either. He turned and went straight into the Player Tunnel.
Middleton was the only one who came over to hug James, Wang Yi, and the others goodbye.
When he hugged Wang Yi, he gave