Another comment read, "Kobe's such a shame. It's not that he isn't good—he really is. Forty-one points, a go-ahead shot, every basket telling the whole world, 'I won't give up.' But he was up against Li Fei. Li Fei was taller, stronger, faster, had a longer reach, and was younger. This wasn't a gap in skill; it was a physical mismatch. But what was even more terrifying was that Li Fei's skills were better than Kobe's, too. There was just no way to compete."
Another comment had been upvoted to second place: "The Lakers' supporting cast is terrible. O'Neal had twenty-eight points and eleven rebounds, Rice had fourteen points, and what were the others doing? Fisher? Horry? Fox? How many points did they score between them? Kobe didn't lose to Li Fei—he lost to Li Fei's teammates. Li Fei has Sprewell, Houston, Sabonis, and Marshall. What does Kobe have? O'Neal carrying the interior by himself, Rice occasionally making a couple of threes, and that's it."
The hottest reply in the comments section read, "Li Fei is only twenty-three. He's still growing. He'll get even stronger. Have you ever thought about what he'll be like next year? The year after that? Five years from now? Ten years from now? I don't dare think about it anymore." Someone replied, "Stop talking. You're scaring me." Another person wrote, "All I want to know now is what kind of stats Li Fei will put up next game. Fifty-five points is terrifying enough. Will he get sixty next time? Sixty-five?" Someone immediately shot back, "No matter how many points he scores, the Knicks will win. Because Li Fei is the king."
Manhattan, New York.
Night had fallen over Li Fei's mansion.
The game had ended three hours earlier, but fans were still cheering on the