At some short-video company.
A scream suddenly rang out from an office. "Holy shit, Li Fei, we won! We won, we won! Brother Yi is awesome! Pang Bo is awesome! We won, we won, we won!"
Another voice immediately followed:
"We won, we won, we won! Holy shit, Wang Zhixing, we won, we won, we won!"
Two women already in their thirties had spent more than ten years without boyfriends. All they knew was fooling around with each other.
In the viewing hall specially built at Huali Basketball School.
A tremendous cheer rang out.
"Hell yeah!"
"Pang sealed the win with that block! Hell yeah! Brother Yi hit the midrange shot to seal the win! Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah!"
"We won the King of the Mountain Battle!"
The teachers and school officials also rose one after another to congratulate Wang Jianhua.
"Wow, Old Wang, you've got a fine son!"
"May every son be like Wang Yi!"
"Old Wang, how about we trade my useless son for your little tiger? I'll even throw in some money. What do you say?"
Wang Jianhua, however, was quite composed.
With his arms folded, he watched the celebrations on the big screen and listened to the students cheering and the teachers congratulating him. He shook his head. "Scoring 83 points in the Finals, and not deciding the game until the last minute? What a disappointment."
"Old Wang, you've learned to humblebrag!"
"Keep talking like that, Old Wang, and I'll beat you up!"
"Listen, Old Wang, when we win the championship this year, you have to treat us. Don't make us crowdfund like last year. It's not like your family's short on money."
Wang Jianhua chuckled. "Winning the Finals is a must. Treating you all is absolutely not happening."
"Wang Jianhua's stingy as can