In the livestream chat.
The viewers' comments were hilarious:
"Brother Yi has quite a few trophies at home now. He should consider opening a trophy supermarket."
"Yeah, that's a good idea. He can call it Bigfoot Supermarket."
"Then I'll go shopping there every day. Don't ask why. Just know my name is Guangkun."
"I'll mess with Li Neng, I'll mess with the deputy director."
"Zhao Yutian, there's no way I'm staying with you."
Meanwhile, in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles.
King Arthur had just returned to his mansion after his game and turned on the television, which took up almost an entire wall.
He saw Wang Yi receiving the MVP trophy, then saw the other six trophies.
A bitter feeling suddenly welled up in King Arthur's heart.
King Arthur had once been the top high school player in the entire United States, a prodigy blessed by the heavens.
His college stats had been historic, too.
When he entered the league, people considered him an even more terrifying physical talent than James.
And make no mistake, saying his talent was more terrifying than James's wasn't an exaggeration.
This wasn't like the guys who emerged every couple of years in the league, hailed as having more terrifying talent than James, only to fade into obscurity.
Like Immanuel Bates;
Tyreke Evans;
And Zion Williamson.
King Arthur, on the other hand, truly did have more terrifying physical gifts than James.
He was the same height as James, but had a longer wingspan.
He could run and jump better than James, and his body was stronger.
A player like him should have become one of the league's hottest stars in no time, leading his team to outstanding results.
Even if he was unlucky and couldn't win a championship, he should still have quickly become the king