Floor It-Leave the Rest to Kuazhuo

Floor it—leave the rest to Kuazhuo.

When the Kings had taken a 30-point lead, Mitchell finally got a chance to play.

Before he checked in, he asked Wang Yi, "Boss, are you sitting out now, or playing the whole third quarter?"

Wang Yi waved a hand. "I'll work another three minutes, then punch out for the rest of the quarter."

Mitchell immediately started panting like an excited dog. "Boss, then pass me the ball a little more, will you? I want to eat so many easy buckets I throw up. Look at Capela—he's practically pregnant from eating all those already."

Wang Yi rolled his eyes. "What can you do?"

Mitchell's expression froze.

He really didn't seem to be good at anything.

Shoot threes?

No.

Shoot midrange jumpers?

No.

Grab rebounds?

Play defense?

Get steals?

No to all of them.

To put it bluntly, Divac had only kept Mitchell around because of Wang Yi.

If Wang Yi hadn't been on the Kings, Mitchell probably would've been traded long ago.

He thought it over and came up with one thing. "I'm pretty fast."

Wang Yi shrugged. "I heard you just bought an Audi Q8?"

Mitchell grinned. "Boss, that old thing of mine can't compare to your BYD Tang. Honestly, I regretted buying it as soon as I did. Once I have enough money, I'll buy every BYD Qin, Han, Tang, Song, and Yuan model. Then I'll have all five thousand years of China's history covered."

The guy really knew how to suck up.

He knew Wang Yi was patriotic, so he made sure to say exactly what Wang Yi liked to hear.

Wang Yi waved a hand. "I heard your Audi Q8 has quattro?"

Mitchell nodded. "Yeah, but it still can't compare to a BYD."

He didn't dare show off in front