Thanks to Rose's four midrange jumpers in the final two minutes, the Kings still held a 12-point lead when the third quarter ended.
As Rose came off the court, Wang Yi rose to give him a firm high five and said, visibly moved, "Just as I thought—the Rose of Chicago never fades!"
Rose looked Wang Yi in the eye and said seriously, "Tonight, let's win this game!"
It was an ordinary-sounding sentence, with no grand declarations or fiery passion.
But Wang Yi could feel Rose's fighting spirit.
That surprised him a little.
After returning this season, he'd watched Rose play in the first dozen or so games.
Though Rose had shown flashes of brilliance now and then, overall he seemed to have lost his drive. He was just doing a job and earning a little pension money.
Wang Yi had felt a little wistful at the time.
Time wore everyone down.
Would fighting spirit inevitably burn out?
Yet tonight, he saw that fire in Rose's eyes again.
At last, he understood.
The Rose of Chicago never faded!
As long as life endured, the fight would go on.
That man had come back.
It was an honor to fight alongside someone with such a fierce spirit.
Wang Yi gripped Rose's hand firmly. "Then let's go kick some damn ass!"
Whoever the opponent was, whatever the final result, they'd go all out, without worrying about the cost or consequences.
To have a battle like this in life was enough.
Tures was swept up in the moment too. He reached out and joined hands with Wang Yi and Rose. "Let's go kick some damn ass!"
Danny immediately reached over and joined them. "Let's go kick some damn ass!"
Mane jumped up from the bench and joined them too. "Let's go kick some damn