914: A Declaration of War
After the Nets' press conference came the Kings' press conference.
At the conference, Wang Yi's teammates and head coach naturally praised him in unison.
Without Wang Yi leading them, they never could have won the championship.
Mitchell, his biggest little suck-up, was especially eager. He kept a basketball tucked in his arms.
It was obviously the game ball.
When a reporter asked what he planned to do with it, he replied, "Give it to the boss, of course. It's such a meaningful game ball—it couldn't go to anyone else. I have to give it to the boss. I almost lost it just now, so I'm going to keep it glued to my side and escort it all the way to his house."
There was no one quite like him, sucking up so brazenly.
Wang Yi was the last to appear.
The reporters asked him many questions, and he answered them one by one.
An ESPN reporter asked, "Wang, it doesn't look like you're as excited about winning this time as you were last time."
Wang Yi shrugged and replied with a smile, "If you won a championship every year, you'd be like me too."
When fans in China saw Wang Yi's answer, they all laughed.
"He's showing off again. He's showing off again."
"How do you think Old Paul feels hearing that?"
Indeed, the players who still hadn't won a championship all cursed when they heard Wang Yi's interview.
Old Paul: "Fuck!"
George: "Fuck!"
Jimmy Butler: "Damn it, fuck!"
A reporter asked Wang Yi a second question: "You previously said you would challenge American sprinting star Thomas after the Finals. Does that offer still stand?"
Wang Yi nodded. "Of course. Not only does it still stand, but I'll follow international competition standards. For the two