"Wang, are you hoping to win the Finals MVP?"
Wang Yi picked up a towel and wiped away his sweat.
His tone was sincere.
"What I'm looking forward to more is the championship Trophy."
"FMVP is an individual honor, but the championship belongs to the whole team."
"As long as we win, it doesn't matter who gets FMVP."
With that, he turned and headed for the locker room.
He didn't give any more interviews.
King Arthur had packed up his things, too.
He was the first to leave the Training Hall.
His silhouette looked somewhat lonely.
The fans in the Training Hall gradually dispersed.
But the air remained thick with tension and anticipation.
The drums of the Finals
were drawing ever closer.
Wang Yi and his Lakers
were ready
to face the final challenge.
Meanwhile, in Boston, United States,
the executives at Boston Dynamics were also hard at work.
After a year of preparation and development, their basketball robot had been perfected and was ready.
They were determined to prove their robot was better than Yushu Technology's.
So they were waiting. Once Wang Yi had finished playing in the Finals, they would invite him to challenge their Boston Dynamics robot once again.
Yushu Technology's robot had failed to beat Wang Yi. If their Boston Dynamics robot could defeat him, wouldn't that prove it was stronger than Yushu Technology's?
As for Wang Yi, he was a year older, so his stamina had to be worse than last year. On top of that, his performance over the past year had given their robot's database even more material.
In other words, their robot's database was more comprehensive than Yushu Technology's.
They conveniently ignored all that. As long as their robot could beat Wang Yi, they could loudly proclaim that it was better than