When it came to having sons, Kobe had absolutely no grounds for argument.
After having four daughters in a row, he really had no capital with which to argue...
After remaining silent for a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence. "Daughters are great too! ...Besides, this time it might be a boy~~"
"Ha ha ha ha ha! Daughters really are great. I hope I have another daughter too! Also, I wish you luck! After all, having both sons and daughters makes life even more fulfilling."
Chen laughed loudly, patted the other man on the shoulder, then got up to pour himself a drink.
"Let's change the subject. You've retired now. Surely your life can't still revolve entirely around basketball, right?"
"Actually, I still play at least two or three times a week."
"It probably isn't a pleasant feeling, experiencing how much worse your condition is than before."
"Indeed. Time really is the cruelest thing in this world. A while ago, when I attended Beal (Russell)'s memorial service, I was thinking about that. If one day the photograph hanging there were mine, I wonder what the scene would look like."
"...You should just take helicopters a little less often..."
"Huh??"
"Nothing. I imagine it would be a very grand occasion. After all, you're Kobe, the second-greatest shooting guard in history. Oh, wait, you might be third in history now~~"
"? You're talking nonsense!"
"Hahaha, all right, we really should talk about something else, or this is going to hit you too hard~~"
Chen's face was filled with the pleasure of teasing someone, although the gender of his target was somewhat inappropriate.
"What have you been busy with lately? Same as always—venture capital, charity work, shooting short films?"
"More or less. After all, it's impossible for me to