Thick Eyebrows heard that and immediately furrowed his brows into an M shape, shaking his head repeatedly. "No, no, no, no. I don't want to face a freak like you in the Playoffs again. If I had a choice, I'd rather keep standing by your side in the Playoffs, like we used to."
Wang Yi nodded. "I miss the days when we fought side by side, too. Hopefully, we'll get the chance again someday."
Thick Eyebrows patted Wang Yi on the chest. "Are you feeling all right?"
Wang Yi shook his head. "I just had the runs a few times and got all the toxins out. Of course I'm fine."
Thick Eyebrows was astonished. "You had diarrhea and still put on a performance like that? Are you even human?"
Next, Hield came over and gave Wang Yi a tight hug. The first thing he said was:
"Boss, can I have your jersey?"
Deep down, Wang Yi was the only person Hield considered his boss.
Wang Yi had once risked his life to save him.
And Hield would never forget the way Wang Yi refused to give up until the final second on the court, or how he got more excited the stronger his opponents were.
Wang Yi smiled. "Of course. As long as you're not worried about offending King Arthur."
Hield shook his head. "It's fine. King Arthur just always feels like he's living in your shadow, so he resents you. But he won't interfere with the rest of us having a normal relationship with you."
Wang Yi finally took off his jersey, and Hield excitedly accepted it like a kid who'd just gotten a present.
Wang Yi pointed at the jersey Hield was wearing. "You're giving me yours, too."
Hield chuckled and scratched his head. "Boss, my performance