He leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes. The game replayed in his mind against his will.
Every time the robot changed direction or took a shot, its movements were precise as a ruler.
But with his spontaneous, even somewhat absurd moves, he had repeatedly outsmarted its algorithms.
It turned out that humanity's greatest weapon had never been perfect technique, but boundless creativity and an unyielding spirit.
Ring, ring—
The sudden sound of a phone shattered the quiet of the lounge.
Wang Yi picked it up. It was his father calling.
He hurriedly answered, his voice tinged with exhaustion.
"Dad."
"You little rascal." His father's familiar voice came through the phone, warm with laughter but a little hoarse. "Your mom and I watched the game. You did great!"
"Yeah."
Wang Yi replied, his nose stinging.
"Don't get carried away just because you won one game."
His father's voice suddenly turned serious.
"You're 37. You need to take care of your health. Basketball isn't everything. The door at home will always be open for you."
Wang Yi froze.
In his mind, his father had always regarded basketball as his whole life.
He had spent his entire life involved with basketball.
If anyone spoke ill of the game, his father would get worked up.
And now he was telling Wang Yi, "Basketball isn't everything."
Clearly, his father was worried about him, too.
Wang Yi nodded. "I know, Dad."
A father's love was as solid as a mountain.
He might never say the word "love," but everything he said and did proved just how much he cared.
After hanging up, Wang Yi took a small breath and leaned back in his chair.
Just then, the lounge door opened, and Xu Jingyu, Jordan, Barkley, and Shaquille O'Neal walked in.
"Wang, you're something