Arthur King couldn't help bursting into laughter when he saw the stats.
Wang Yi, what have you got left to fight me with?
But when he opened Twitter to post something boastful, he saw that the NBA's official account, which he followed, had just posted a photo.
In the photo, Wang Yi had both hands resting on the back of a chair. He leaned his head back against it, eyes half-closed. Above him were the words:
The king is back.
Arthur couldn't help curling his lip.
"'The king'? He's a king? A king who's exhausted as hell? People these days really know how to kiss ass."
He was a little displeased. By rights, after he'd just scored 60-plus and recorded a triple-double, such a huge feat should've gotten him featured on the league's official account. So why had they posted that guy with the little belly instead?
Just then, he saw the caption beneath the photo: "A buzzer-beater. He's back. Are you ready?"
Arthur's brow furrowed.
So Wang Yi had hit a game-winner.
In every way, his performance tonight had been better than Wang Yi's.
The only thing Wang Yi had done better was make a game-winning shot.
But did that mean he was better than Arthur? Did that mean people could shamelessly suck up to him like that?
Just then, a staff member from the team's public relations department said, "King Arthur, it's time for your press conference."
Arthur had been the brightest star on the Lakers tonight, so the PR department had decided he would handle the postgame press conference.
At that, Arthur walked over to the media room, his face dark.
Dozens of reporters had their cameras and microphones trained on him.
A reporter from Sacramento was the first to ask a question. "Michael Arthur, we saw