Canadian singer Van Albert, a rising star on the world stage, announced the release date of his new album, but the news barely made a ripple.
In Island Nation.
One of the public's favorite action actresses had just finished making a new movie, but nobody paid any attention to the news that it was about to hit theaters.
It was as if, on this day, in every country around the world with internet access, every bit of news about its celebrities was swallowed up by the tidal wave of news about Wang Yi's 30+30+30.
Meanwhile, in China.
Wang Feng, the king of headlines, was at home, scrolling through the news about these movie stars and singers on his phone, a trace of schadenfreude on his face.
"These foreigners really don't understand Wang Yi. Hahaha."
Wang Feng's new album was already finished, but he hadn't released it yet. He planned to wait until after the NBA Finals.
After all, releasing a new song while Wang Yi was playing in the NBA Playoffs would be tantamount to asking for trouble.
The other Chinese celebrities had learned their lesson too. During Wang Yi's playoff run, they tried to avoid making any moves.
Even some directors had pushed their films' release dates back until after the NBA Finals.
Only those clueless foreign celebrities had walked straight into Wang Yi's line of fire.
Who in the world had more traffic than Wang Yi?
In New York.
After finishing the game that night, Wang Yi returned to where he was staying.
To be honest, he was a little tired after tonight's game.
Thirty-nine points, thirty-one rebounds, and thirty assists in forty-eight minutes on the court, while guarding the opposing team's offensive centerpiece, King Arthur, the entire game.
Even for someone with Wang Yi's freakish stamina, that