After the game, Juan held the stat sheet and looked at his line: 40 points, 19 rebounds, and 5 blocks.
Honestly, even over the past twenty years, those numbers would have ranked among the best. Among rookies, they were one of a kind.
And yet they paled in comparison to Wang Yi's.
This was also the most impressive stat line Juan had put up all season, but he still hadn't won. For the first time, he finally understood that no matter how good your personal stats were, if you didn't win, they meant nothing.
He felt a little disappointed, but at the same time, he accepted the loss wholeheartedly.
After all, he hadn't lost to just anyone. He'd lost to Wang Yi.
The Basketball Emperor!
Losing to him was nothing to be ashamed of.
Thinking about it that way made him feel much better, and he headed onto the court.
He walked up to Wang Yi. There was a touch of bitterness in his smile, but his eyes held even more admiration.
"Wow, Wang. I've watched countless games of yours and witnessed your magic and greatness. Today, I finally got to see it all in person. I really haven't been a fan of the wrong guy."
Wang Yi slapped his hand and gave him a hug. "You were incredible too. Forty points and 19 rebounds—you're the first rookie to put up numbers like that against me. You've got a bright future."
Juan was delighted to receive Wang Yi's encouragement and praise. His disappointment from moments ago vanished.
He said to Wang Yi, "Wang, I have one more request. Could I have your jersey?"
Wang Yi nodded.
He immediately took off his jersey and beckoned to Mitchell beside him.
Mitchell understood at once and brought over a marker.
Wang Yi wrote