In the dark room, Wemby leaned against the door, silently shedding tears.
It was the first time in his life that another player had made him cry.
Wang Yi had thoroughly beaten him many times before, but he had never cried.
Back then, he'd thought of himself as a rookie just starting out in the league, while Wang Yi was a veteran who had dominated the league for years. It was nothing strange for Wang Yi to beat him.
But over the past two years, as Wemby's skills had improved, he had become the undisputed top center in the league.
He had become a dominant force on the court.
In many games, if he wanted to close things out, all it took was a little extra effort to win.
Under those circumstances, he felt that he was already strong enough.
On top of that, he had won Block King five years in a row, Rebounds King three years in a row, and MVP twice.
He felt that his standing in the NBA had risen considerably.
He still couldn't stand shoulder to shoulder with Wang Yi, but he was firmly in the second tier of the NBA.
He could rank alongside Morant, King Arthur, Jalen Green, and the others in that second tier.
Under those circumstances, he'd thought that even if he couldn't beat Wang Yi, he wouldn't be completely outclassed.
But look at what had happened today. Wang Yi hadn't just beaten him—he'd done it in a humiliating way.
The enormous gap between what he'd expected and what had happened left Wemby angry and aggrieved.
The tears he'd held back all game finally rolled down his cheeks.
But he could only cry in silence, afraid that his teammates might hear him.
He cried for more than forty minutes.
Only when