"Oh my God, what happened? Why is our home arena decked out in the Kings' blue and white?"
"What the heck? Why is the logo at center court our home arena the Kings' logo?"
"What on earth is going on?"
A reporter suddenly remembered something Wang Yi had said earlier.
"I remember now. Wang Yi said he wished he were a magician who could wave a magic wand and turn New Orleans into their home court. This is insane! Is he really a magician? This is absolutely crazy!"
"Would the people of New Orleans allow this to happen? Would Jordan allow it? This has to be some kind of time-space mix-up, or else I'm hallucinating!"
None of the New Orleans fans could accept what they were seeing.
Some Kings fans and Wang Yi fans, on entering the arena, found that every seat had been dressed in the Kings' blue and white, with a Kings T-shirt placed on each one.
Then they saw that the whole arena had been transformed into the Kings' blue and white, and that the logo had been replaced with the Kings' crown logo. Though stunned, they were also thrilled.
They put on the Kings T-shirts and exclaimed:
"Unbelievable! Wang Yi's words really came true. He really is a magician!"
In short, whether they were New Orleans fans or Sacramento fans, Wemby fans or Wang Yi fans, everyone was a little dazed at that moment.
They could barely tell fantasy from reality.
Amid their shock and delight, Wang Yi's fans remembered all those experts' solemn analyses from earlier, and burst out laughing:
"What was Big Mouth Barkley saying before? That Wang Yi had reined in his temper, that he'd matured, that he hadn't clapped back at that reporter. Now I seriously can't help laughing."
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