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Smith spent all night and half the next day thinking, and finally found some inspiration.

He immediately typed up a message and posted it.

"Looking at the entire series, Wang Yi averaged 50 points per game. That's unprecedented in NBA history, and he deserves credit for it. But..."

Whenever someone used the word "but," everything that came before it no longer counted.

"But he didn't play tough enough. When he faced the Warriors in the Western Conference Finals, he wasn't as tough as Green. In the Finals against Doug, he wasn't as tough as Doug, either. After Doug left the game, he ran into Butler. Butler lost the Finals, but he earned the respect of every fan."

"So I think Doug and Butler were more like the kind of protagonists who never give up in the Finals, while Wang Yi was just a supporting character."

As soon as he said this, he was immediately condemned by Wang Yi's many fans.

"Go spout that shit somewhere else."

"A dung beetle wearing a mask—shameless to the core."

"I think this guy would send his wife out to solicit on the street for money. He's a shameless bastard!"

But the more viciously they cursed him, the better it was for him.

He had been trying to attract traffic in the first place.

Besides, Pippen and Pierce—the Big P and Little P—had already stopped trashing Wang Yi.

They simply couldn't bring themselves to do it anymore.

But after seeing Smith trash Wang Yi and watching the traffic pour in, they were both genuinely envious.

So the two of them followed suit.

Big P Pippen: "You think Wang Yi's playing tough? In our era, he wouldn't have stood a chance. With a body that small, he'd have been forced to retire after two games."

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