When the league president walked up to Wang Yi with the All-Star Game MVP trophy, the cheers in the arena reached a fever pitch.
"Let's congratulate this year's All-Star Game Scoring King and MVP—Wang Yi!"
The president's voice rang out through the microphone, reaching every corner of the arena.
The fans rose to their feet, waving jerseys and anything else they could get their hands on as they shouted Wang Yi's name at the top of their lungs.
Wang Yi accepted the trophy. The metal felt cool to the touch and heavy in his hands.
He raised it and bowed to the spectators all around him.
Beneath the spotlights, his smile shone especially brightly.
"First, I want to thank my teammates. Without their passes and screens, I couldn't have scored so many points."
"I also want to thank Coach Phil. His strategies gave us all the room we needed to play our best."
"Finally, thank you to all the fans for your support. This honor belongs to all of us."
When his brief speech ended, another thunderous round of applause broke out.
King Arthur walked up beside Wang Yi and congratulated him.
"Wang, congratulations."
Wang Yi nodded. "Your 34 points weren't bad either."
They exchanged smiles.
Champagne sprayed everywhere in the locker room.
Players splashed it on one another as laughter and shouts filled the room.
Wang Yi was soaked from head to toe, but he couldn't stop smiling.
Looking at the teammates who had fought alongside him and the gleaming MVP trophy in his hands, he suddenly felt that the joy basketball brought was just that simple and pure.
Meanwhile, across the ocean, countless fans were glued to their screens, equally thrilled and excited.
Discussions about Wang Yi had already set every major sports forum ablaze.
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