The Victory Parade

That night, Wang Yi and Jay Chou flew back to Sacramento.

After today's game, Jay Chou had already found his inspiration.

That afternoon, he had composed the melody.

Watching him write songs honestly left Wang Yi stunned.

He had finished composing the melody in just an hour.

All that remained was the arrangement.

Even then, he thought he was slow.

They said that at his fastest, he could rough out a melody in just ten minutes.

Wang Yi couldn't help marveling at Jay Chou's musical talent.

Jay Chou sent the melody he'd written to Vincent Fang, asking him to write the lyrics as soon as possible.

"Vincent is slow when it comes to lyrics, so you'll have to be patient."

Jay Chou gave him fair warning.

Wang Yi wasn't in a hurry either. "No rush, no rush. Take your time."

The next day, Wang Yi took part in the championship parade.

He'd expected the parade to draw only four or five hundred thousand people.

But to his surprise, nearly a million people showed up.

It seemed that half the fans had come from out of town.

There were plenty of Chinese-descendant fans among them, too.

The Chinese-descendant fans of Sacramento were as happy as if it were Lunar New Year.

To them, Wang Yi was practically a hero.

They'd lived in the United States for years, constantly subjected to disdain and indifference.

But ever since Wang Yi came to Sacramento—especially after he won the championship—the way the Americans around them looked at them had changed.

When they ran into Americans on the street, they would greet them warmly.

Wang Yi had changed how the people of Sacramento viewed Chinese descendants all by himself.

Today was no different. When they went out onto the street, the Americans they met were extremely