The reporter then asked one final question. "The team won today, and aside from your game-sealing block, Wang's 83 points must have been the biggest reason..."
Pang Bo cut him off. "No, you should put Brother Yi's 83 points first. For the first 47 and a half minutes, Brother Yi was the one carrying our whole team. Without him—or if he'd scored ten points less—we would've fallen apart long ago."
The reporter nodded. "Okay, Wang's 83 points were the biggest reason you won. I'd like you to evaluate Wang's performance tonight."
Pang Bo nodded, gathered his thoughts, and replied, "Greatness. Legendary. One of the defining performances of his career! I could use every word of praise I know and still not do Brother Yi's performance tonight justice."
"I know the way people in the league judge Brother Yi is unfair, whether they're fans, members of the media, or other players. They all judge him unfairly."
"If I score a measly twenty-something points, people say I played well. If I score thirty, they say I played very well. If I score forty, they call it an explosive performance. They throw around words like 'poured in 40' and 'erupted for 40' to describe me."
"And it's not just me. Any other player in the league putting up a performance like that would get the same praise. But Brother Yi is the exception. This season, when he scores 30, people say he played terribly. When he scores 40, they say he was average. It's only when he scores 50 that they say he played as expected."
"If people are going to use words like 'explosive,' 'poured in,' or 'erupted for' to describe him, he has to score more than 80!"
"That's so unfair."
"I know Brother Yi got a supermax contract that no