Wang Yi waited a moment, then spoke once his emotions had settled a little. "So, can we start the interview now?"
Swift took a couple of deep breaths, trying to compose herself. "I'm sorry. I got a little carried away. Let's begin."
She gestured to the cameraman beside her, signaling that he could start recording.
Once the cameraman switched on the camera, the director cut the interview feed to the big screen.
Swift said to Wang Yi, "Wang, congratulations on the win, and on making the game-winning shot at the buzzer. Do you remember how many buzzer-beaters you've made in the NBA?"
Wang Yi furrowed his brow slightly. "Thirty or forty? I've never kept count."
Swift held up five fingers. "Fifty! Tonight was your fiftieth buzzer-beater in the NBA. That's an unprecedented number. And you've only been playing for twelve years. You should have at least another five or six years at your peak, so you can imagine that number will keep rising."
Seeing the number of buzzer-beaters, Wang Yi was a little surprised. Had he really made that many?
Then he thought about it and remembered that, for a while during his time with the Kings, he'd been obsessed with buzzer-beaters. He'd deliberately kept the score close in several games, then taken the final shot in the last second to win at the buzzer.
That put him far ahead of the runner-up, LeBron James, who had thirty-two.
Swift continued, "A lot of reporters have already talked at length about everything you do on the court. Today, I'd like to talk about something else—your son. Is that all right?"
"Sure, of course," Wang Yi replied.
In the past, Wang Yi had been against exposing his son to the public too early.
He'd wanted his son to have at least a