Wang Yi wiped the water from his face and reached out to shake his hand.
"You're a beast yourself. That triple-double wasn't a fluke."
"Let's go at it again next season."
Antoine nodded and didn't say anything else.
He turned and walked off with his teammates. His shoulders looked a little slumped, but he didn't seem resentful.
The Lakers had already gone wild on the court.
Someone rolled up a towel and tossed it into the air.
Someone else grabbed a teammate and spun around in circles.
Another player simply flopped onto the floor, arms and legs spread wide, grinning stupidly at the ceiling.
Zen Master Phil Jackson stood on the sideline.
He didn't say much, just watched the players carry on.
A smile stayed on his face as he occasionally raised a hand to pat a player running past.
Minor owner LeBron James pushed through the crowd and walked over to Wang Yi.
He patted Wang Yi on the shoulder, smiling with pride.
"Great work. You didn't let us down."
The award ceremony was pretty simple.
The league president walked over, carrying the gleaming Larry O'Brien Trophy.
First, he handed it to the team owner, Tamim.
Tamim held up the trophy and shouted a couple of times to the crowd.
His voice trembled a little. He sounded incredibly excited.
The players passed the trophy around.
Everyone hugged it, touched it, and posed for the cameras with a championship gesture.
When it was Wang Yi's turn,
he held the trophy in both hands. It felt heavy.
The cool metal against his palms made his heart feel all the warmer.
Then the president brought out the FMVP trophy.
In front of the entire crowd, he handed it to Wang Yi.
The cheers in the arena instantly rose another octave.
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