The moment that discordant voice rang out, everyone present froze.
Wang Yi turned to look at the person who had spoken.
The player's name was Mo Xiaobei.
He was a player with decent talent.
He had also scored the fourth-most points among the 21 players on the verge of elimination.
If the jerseys were awarded based on points, he should have gotten the fourth one.
When he saw Wang Yi looking his way, he didn't show the slightest fear.
He stuck out his chin and said, "I scored more points than him. A lot of people scored more than he did. Why didn't the last comeback jersey go to one of us? Why did it go to him instead? It's not fair."
At his words, the dozen or so other players who hadn't received comeback jerseys stood up one by one.
"That's right, Brother Yi. It's not fair."
"All of us scored more than him. He scored the fewest points out of everyone. Why did the jersey go to him instead of us?"
"Brother Yi, please give us a reason."
Wang Yi didn't speak right away.
Instead, he waited until everyone had stood up.
Then he gave a faint smile and said:
"Fairness? There's no such thing as absolute fairness in this world. You say it's unfair, but today's format was already unfair to him. He's a 10-year-old kid competing against a bunch of adults in a shooting contest. He can't even get a three-pointer to hit the backboard. Do you think that's fair?"
The players present fell silent.
It really was a little unfair.
But someone still wasn't convinced. "Even so, you shouldn't just give the comeback jersey to the person who scored the fewest points. I doubt anyone will accept that."
Wang Yi smiled again. "You should all