Wang Yi still had no idea how arrogant this guy had been earlier, or that he had denied Wang Yi's wager.
All he saw was that as soon as he entered the studio, this laid-back guy immediately stood up, hurried over to him, and greeted him with the standard Chinese Bow Fist Salute.
So he smiled at Davis and said:
"Of course."
Davis was as excited as a little kid.
He quickly handed Wang Yi a marker, then pointed to the chest of his jersey. "Sign here."
Wang Yi nodded and signed his name on the chest of the guy's jersey in flowing cursive.
Then he capped the marker and went to hand it back to Davis.
But Davis said, "Wait, there's more!"
As he spoke, he lifted the signed Raptors jersey, revealing a Kings jersey underneath—the one Wang Yi had worn back when he played for the Kings.
"Wang, could you sign one more?"
The audience burst out laughing.
"This guy!"
"Don't push your luck!"
"Getting one signed jersey from Wang is hard enough, but this guy's getting two in one go!"
Wang Yi laughed and nodded. "Of course."
Then he signed his name on the chest of the Kings jersey.
Before Wang Yi could even cap the marker, the guy lifted the Kings jersey too.
Underneath was a purple-and-gold No. 1 jersey Wang Yi had worn when he played for the Lakers.
The audience erupted.
"Holy crap, aren't you hot wearing all those?"
"Seriously, is this ever going to end?"
"Give it to me, give it to me!"
Wang Yi laughed and shook his head, then signed the Lakers jersey he hadn't worn in ages.
He smiled and asked, "That's it this time, right?"
But the guy lifted the Lakers jersey too, revealing a red-and-white jersey underneath.
It