Xu Jingyu looked at the personal attacks flooding the comments and merely shook his head slightly.
In fact, before saying those things, he had thought it over. He had foreseen that once he said them, those irrational fans would inevitably chase after him with insults.
But in the end, he still said them.
He had made money off Brother Yi for so many years, and Brother Yi's Wushuang Platform had made him even more money.
Not just for one lifetime—even ten lifetimes, he would never have to worry about food or clothing.
Now, watching Brother Yi's retirement game, he wanted to say something fair for Brother Yi. So what if those haters cursed him for it?
Back at the arena.
Wang Yi closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
At that moment, he felt somewhat dazed.
His consciousness seemed to have left the arena.
It entered a patch of chaos.
There was no sound in that chaos, no flowers, grass, or trees, no people or animals.
It was like the chaos before Pangu split heaven and earth apart.
Wang Yi did not know how long his consciousness had remained in that chaos.
Then, he finally heard a voice from within it:
"Brother Yi, it's time to get back on the court."
The voice sounded familiar. It sounded like Pang Bo's voice, but also Shan He's, and perhaps Zhang Yu's or Zhang Jiacheng's.
Wang Yi finally opened his eyes.
The exhaustion in his body seemed never to have faded.
He even needed Pang Bo beside him to pull him up when he stood.
His consciousness returned to the court, as though he were looking over it again after having been away for a long time.
Then he looked at the score. They were still down by three.
He looked at