At last, 8 p.m. arrived.
The Kings were about to begin their player introductions.
James was the first to come out.
Wang Yi was the most important player on the team, so naturally he would be introduced last.
James ranked second, so naturally he would come out first.
When James appeared, the crowd erupted in cheers. They cheered louder than usual, because they had just learned that James was going to retire after this season.
After cheering for James, they waited for Xiao Qiao to come out.
Tonight, they were going to boo that shameless sellout mercilessly.
They wanted the man who had disrupted the team's summer plans to feel thoroughly humiliated.
They wanted him to know what a stupid mistake he had made.
Xiao Qiao looked pretty nervous, too.
Capela came out second.
Then Barnes.
Xiao Qiao grew more and more nervous. Standing in the darkness at the entrance to the Player Tunnel, every second felt like an eternity.
He usually came out fifth, and the closer it got to his turn, the more nervous he became.
With his eyes closed, he could almost hear the boos of more than a thousand people.
After all, he was only a third-year player.
Facing that kind of jeering would put him under tremendous psychological pressure.
At last, after Mitchell came out fourth, the crowd was buzzing with excitement. They were waiting for that tall, lanky white guy to appear so they could humiliate him.
Xiao Qiao was practically dazed.
He looked at the excited crowd, feeling like a little lamb staring down more than ten thousand hungry wolves.
His heart gave a little jolt.
But there was no helping it. He still had to come out.
He took a deep breath and was just about to step forward.
But just then,