You Can't Kill Me, So I'll Kill You

You can't kill me, so I'll kill you.

Someone was sitting in the fifth row of the stands.

She wore a Kings baseball cap with a long brim and an oversized Kings No. 0 jersey.

She had on a mask and sunglasses.

It was none other than Wang Yiren.

It had been six months since she last saw Wang Yi.

She had thought her feelings would slowly fade with time, but she hadn't expected to spend the past six months tormented by longing for him.

She could ease the ache by keeping herself busy, but whenever night fell and all was quiet, she would toss and turn.

That figure was always in her mind, impossible to shake.

She felt that if she didn't see Wang Yi soon, she would go crazy.

So she had come during a recent break from filming.

The Playoffs were coming up over the next few months, and she planned to follow Wang Yi and watch every one of his games.

But she didn't dare actually meet him.

She was afraid that if she saw him, she would never be able to leave.

So she watched him from afar.

As long as she could see him from a distance, she was content.

During halftime, in the Knicks' locker room,

head coach Thibodeau roared at the players like an exceptionally stern military officer:

"You're down nearly thirty at halftime, and you still think you can win? You think you can make the Play-in Tournament?"

"You'd be better off serving as the backdrop to their record-breaking season."

"From now on, whenever someone mentions the Kings' 74 wins in a season, you'll be the backdrop. Whenever someone mentions the Kings' 34-game winning streak, you'll be the backdrop again. Do you want to spend your whole lives as a