Wang Fugui saw Wang Yi win and ran onto the court, cheering with both arms raised.
Wang Yi held out his right hand for a high five, then put an arm around Wang Fugui. "Fugui, how do you think your Brother Yi did?"
"Big Brother is the best! Big Brother is the greatest!"
There was a hint of seduction in Wang Fugui's voice.
The spectators all started cursing. "Who the hell do you think you are, calling yourself Brother Yi?"
"Damn, you think you're worthy of being called Brother Yi?"
Wang Yi grinned. "My name is Beat Wang Yi, so what else should you call me? Beat? That sounds ridiculous. Blast? That sounds awful! Wang? That sounds like I work at a nightclub. So Brother Yi it is."
The spectators at the sidelines weren't having it. "What gives you the right to call yourself Brother Yi? You're not even fit to tie Brother Yi's shoes! Some nobody riding his coattails thinks he deserves to be called Brother Yi?"
Wang Yi put an arm around Wang Fugui's shoulders and spread his hands. "Fine. If they won't let me call myself Brother Yi, then just call me Buddha Lord."
"Whoa—"
Those words stirred up a hornet's nest. The spectators around them all began cursing, and someone even threw a water bottle onto the court.
Wang Yi just grinned and said magnanimously, "Buddha Lord is busy saving all living beings every day. I don't have time to argue with you."
Then he turned to Ximen Chuixue. "Want to go again? Buddha Lord will teach you how to behave."
A flicker of anger seemed to cross Ximen Chuixue's faceless face.
Deep down, he certainly wanted to play another round.
After all, he hadn't lost by much either time. He'd only lost by one point.