Wang Yi looked at Zuo Xiao's infectious smile and asked with a smile, "Are you happy to interview me at the Finals after I won the championship?"
Zuo Xiao nodded, her smile growing even brighter. "Yes. Thank you, Brother Yi, for giving me this opportunity."
Wang Yi continued, "What was the most unforgettable thing about these Finals?"
Zuo Xiao replied, "There were so many unforgettable things, but the most unforgettable was definitely your game-winning shot, Brother Yi! It was incredible—one of the greatest game-winning shots in history!"
Wang Yi then asked one last question:
"Now, as a Chinese person, is there anything you'd like to say to basketball fans around the world?"
Zuo Xiao looked at the camera, her voice brimming with pride. "China Basketball is strong, too. We Chinese people can win the O'Brien Cup!"
Wang Yi nodded, then said, "That's all for this interview. Thank you!"
With that, he waved to Zuo Xiao and turned to leave.
He left Zuo Xiao standing there, completely bewildered.
Who had interviewed whom?
And who had been interviewed by whom?
Or had I interviewed myself?
The way her smile turned into a bewildered expression was simply adorable.
Once again, basketball fans around the world went wild.
"Oh, no, my heart's melting!"
"Oh my god, she's so cute! Turns out sexiness is worthless next to cuteness!"
The fans in China were even more excited.
"Zuo Xiao is mine. Draw your sword!"
"My god, she's so cute!"
"She's such a lovable airhead. I just love girls like that!"
Without a doubt, that brief one-minute appearance was enough to make Zuo Xiao famous around the world.
After Wang Yi finished his postgame interview,
the PR staff escorted him to center court.
The entire arena went dark, leaving only a spotlight shining down on Wang