James couldn't stop praising him.
"This guy's assists and rebounds today have been incredible. He's got a triple-double in the first half, with as many as 16 assists. This is Wang Yi at his best."
But Jordan beside him said, "I admit he's playing really well, but what about the 60 points he promised? He's only scored 12 in the first half. Do you think he can still get to 60?"
James smiled. "Of course. I have absolutely no doubt about that."
"Why? Just because he's Wang Yi?"
Jordan asked again.
James nodded. "That's right. Just because he's Wang Yi."
Although James supported Wang Yi, plenty of haters still couldn't see how impressive his first-half triple-double was. All they saw was that he'd scored only 12 points.
"Looks like Wang Yi's going to break his promise today. No chance he gets 60."
"Haha, his whole persona's about to fall apart!"
"He's talking about averaging 60 points, but he's only got 12 at halftime. You think he can score 48 in the second half? What a load of crap!"
In the visiting team's locker room, Wang Yi saw the puzzled expressions on the players' faces as they looked at him. He merely smiled faintly. "Don't worry. There's no way I'm breaking my promise to score 60."
Meanwhile, in the Lakers' locker room, King Arthur leaned back in his chair, breathing a little heavily.
He'd taken nearly all the shots himself in the first half. Constantly attacking on his own like that was a little exhausting, even for someone built like a bull. But when he thought about how Wang Yi had scored only 12 points by halftime and been completely dominated by him on both ends of the court, he still felt great.
He'd already decided to keep playing the same