The girl tried several times to speak to Wang Yi, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Finally, she worked up the courage, took out her phone, and prepared to take a selfie with Wang Yi beside her.
Just then, Wang Yi happened to turn around and notice her.
He smiled, took the phone from her, held it high, and snapped a selfie with her before handing it back.
Clearly not much of a talker, the girl was so excited that tears welled in her eyes. All she could say was, "Thank you, thank you."
Wang Yi nodded and ruffled her hair. By then, several other spectators nearby had noticed him too.
They immediately burst into cheers.
"Hey, Wang, over here! I love you!"
"Wang, I want to have your babies!"
"Wang, welcome home!"
The commotion drew the camera operator's attention. As soon as the camera turned this way, he spotted Wang Yi.
The director immediately switched the shot to the big screen, and nearly twenty thousand fans in the arena saw Wang Yi.
The DJ joined in, calling out loudly, "Wang, welcome home!"
Both teams had been getting ready to take the court, and the cameras had been focused on the players. But now, every camera and every eye in the arena was on Wang Yi.
The crowd erupted like a tidal wave.
The cheers thundered through the arena, powerful as mountains.
Wang Yi felt a surge of emotion.
He had left the Kings, yet the fans were still so enthusiastic about him.
Wang Yi stood and waved to the fans, turning in a full circle before waving to the camera.
The DJ, a middle-aged man, drew out the words in a booming voice:
"Wang, the Kings will always be your home. Welcome home!"
His words sent the