Wang Yi tried to persuade him:
"Shan He, eat and drink properly, focus on recovering from your injury. Don't worry. I'll lead the China Team through the Playoffs and slap every one of them in the face!"
Hearing Wang Yi's words, Shan He seemed to calm down instantly. Then he immediately recalled what Wang Yi had said in his post-game interview after returning for his first game.
He looked at Wang Yi. "Brother Yi, are you saying you're going to lead the China Team to the championship?"
Wang Yi froze slightly. Hey, hey, hey. I said I'd lead the team to slap everyone in the face. I never said I'd win the championship.
Wait, did you think of what I said in that interview?
That was just me boasting casually.
How could I lead this Lakers team to a championship?
Before Shan He got hurt, I could barely allow myself to dream about a championship. But now even he's out injured. The Lakers can only fight on one front, and winning it all is completely out of the question.
But seeing the expectant look in Shan He's eyes, then looking at the pained expressions on Shan He's parents' faces, Wang Yi finally gritted his teeth and nodded.
"That's right. The championship!"
Shan He immediately grew excited. "Brother Yi, really?!"
"Really!"
This time, Wang Yi answered without the slightest hesitation.
James looked at Wang Yi in surprise.
He knew that every bold claim Wang Yi had made in the past had come true. But after Wang Yi's return this season, even James had taken his talk of winning the championship as a joke.
The two had chatted about it several times before, and Wang Yi had openly admitted that he was just joking around.
After accomplishing every goal he had ever