"Huh? Why? If you're tired, take a break and then come back."
Before Zhang Qi could say anything, the other guys shook their heads and sat down on the sidelines.
Some were panting hard, some were gulping down water, and some just came right out and said:
"Why the hell would we keep playing? When we play with you, you get all the points, all the rebounds, and all the defense. As your teammates, we don't get to do a thing."
Zhang Qi panted as he spoke. "As your opponents, we can't get rebounds over you, and you block our shots. When you're on offense, you back us down to the basket like it's nothing—even pushing two of us at once—and then dunk all over us. After that, you roar at us and trash-talk us. There's no fun in it at all."
Another guy, Yu Bin, chimed in. "Not only is there no fun in it, it's incredibly demoralizing. Especially when you hit me with a Board Block and then yelled, 'You son of a bitch, go chase your basketball dream.' I was thinking, do you have no shame? You've won nine NBA championships, nine FMVPs, and six MVPs. And when you play a bunch of total amateurs like us, you still go all out on offense and defense? Have you no shame?"
Wang Yi shrugged. "Giving it everything I've got is the greatest respect I can show you."
"Get lost! I don't want your respect!"
Zhang Qi cursed him out.
The others also started swearing. "Go play somewhere else, damn it!"
"You ride over my head and dunk on me, and you call that the greatest respect you can show me? I'm not buying it!"
"Getting dunked on is nothing. You flew right over my head! Who am I