"Then I hope you can rule for another ten years."
Cheryl Miller said.
Though she said that, Wang Yi could tell that she didn't entirely believe him.
And it wasn't just her. Wang Yi was certain that ninety percent of people wouldn't believe he could rule for another ten years.
That only stirred his competitive spirit.
He'd been in the NBA for so long, winning the championship every year, that he'd started to find it a little dull. He'd begun to lose his passion for the game.
But that flicker of disbelief in Cheryl Miller's eyes reignited his competitive spirit.
In that moment, he made up his mind: So what if I rule for another ten years?
At the venue, Shaquille O'Neal grinned at Barkley and said:
"There really is a difference between players. Some are still desperately chasing a single championship, while others have already set their sights on ruling for two decades straight."
Barkley shot O'Neal a glare. "I don't believe he'll rule for another ten years. He's already over thirty-two. By 2040, he'll be forty. Do you really think a player can still rule the NBA at forty? Even LeBron James, as great as he is, was clearly losing a step at forty. Games he could grit his teeth and win just by turning it up when he was younger were beyond him at forty."
O'Neal said, "I wouldn't believe it about anyone else, but I believe it about Wang Yi. Hell, even if you told me he could rule the NBA at fifty, I'd believe you."
Barkley chuckled. "Forget fifty. From now until 2040, if he wins five more championships in these seven years, then we can say he ruled this decade. So, on the day he wins his fifth championship and completes his reign over