No matter which team he played for, as long as that team made it to the Finals, they would win the championship.
What was even more incredible was that whether he was with the Rockets, the Los Angeles Lakers, or the Spurs, he always managed to hit a few crucial game-winners in the Playoffs, helping his team claim the championship.
Wang Yi listened to the coach and shook his head. "If you compare her to someone like that, she'll get cocky."
Next, the director of Foresthill Kindergarten presented the young players with the championship trophy.
So, just one week after Wang Yi had won a championship, the two kids won one too. It was the first championship either of them had ever won.
On the way home, the two kids chattered excitedly without stopping.
Wang Yi turned to Wang Shiying. "Xiao Ying, you hit the game-winner today. Don't you think you're amazing?"
Wang Shiying lifted her little chin, looking quite proud. "Of course I am."
As he drove, Wang Yi shook his head. "But have you ever thought that if you'd made one more shot earlier, you might not have needed that game-winner at all?"
At that, Wang Shiying pouted. "Dad, can't you save the gloomy stuff for another time? We're so happy right now."
Wang Yi sighed.
The little girl simply wouldn't listen to reason.
Wang Yi had thought that if they lost the game and Wang Shiying didn't play well, she would suffer a major setback.
He could use that opportunity to talk to her again. Maybe she would finally see the light and start training hard.
But despite playing so poorly earlier, she'd hit the game-winner in the final second. Now her little tail was sticking right back up in the air.
It seemed he'd have to