In another corner, a woman with golden twin-tails watched Wang Yi on the court. She had the face of a young girl.
She was M.
Seeing this scene, even she, someone accustomed to life and death, someone who had once killed with her own hands, could not hide the excitement in her heart or the tears in her eyes.
This was the man she loved deeply!
Amid the cheers of the crowd, Wang Yi finished celebrating with his teammates, then turned and waved to the spectators all around the arena.
The spectators, whether Lakers fans or Denver Nuggets fans, all began cheering at once. Then, the cheers gradually merged into three letters:
"MVP!"
"MVP!"
"MVP!"
Amid the chants of "MVP,"
Wang Yi entered the Player Tunnel, but the MVP chants in the arena continued without end.
At the postgame press conference, the lights shone brilliantly and every seat was filled with reporters.
Cameras and microphones were all trained on Wang Yi and Phil Jackson on the stage.
A sports reporter was the first to rise and ask loudly:
"Wang Yi, your right foot has not fully recovered. Why did you insist on taking the court in the final moment to hit the game-winner?"
Wang Yi steadied his breathing and answered calmly:
"The team's recent results haven't been good, and we have no room for error left."
"If we lost this game too, our Playoffs spot would be in even greater danger. I had to step up."
As soon as he finished speaking, the blonde, blue-eyed reporter Scarlett Kerr immediately stood up, her tone full of concern.
"Wang Yi, I noticed you relied on your left foot for power throughout the game. Is your right foot feeling uncomfortable after the game?"
"You played through an injury. Aren't you worried about making