Li Fei took the top spot in the first round of All-Star voting, with Jordan in second place! Before everyone could digest it, Li Fei spoke again, delivering a philosophical line that shook the American basketball world.
"Basketballs are round. So is the truth."
The moment his words fell, the interview area sank into dead silence.
Every reporter lowered their heads to take notes, their eyes filled with shock and admiration.
It was only a short sentence, without any ornate wording, yet it conveyed the utmost breadth of vision and clarity.
Over the past few years, people had remembered only Li Fei's dominance on the court.
They remembered his six straight MVPs and five consecutive championships, his supreme glory. They remembered his all-around offense and defense, his unstoppable strength that crushed the entire league.
They remembered his Titanium Alloy Physique, his freakish talent for going year after year without injuries, and his hard-nosed, cold-blooded, game-winning style.
Everyone had defined him as a pure beast of the court, the ruler of a Dynasty, a superstar who dominated the league through absolute talent and extreme dedication.
But at this moment, those philosophical words jolted fans and media across the United States awake.
At twenty-three, Li Fei had long transcended the simple dimension of being a player.
He had spent six years in the league, going from the core of the Phoenix Suns to the leader of the Knicks Dynasty. He had endured battles on the court, excessive media praise, and public smear campaigns.
He had seen the adoration of the masses at his peak and endured baseless slander in his lows.
Years of on-court battles and clashes between victory and defeat had long since woven the essence of basketball into his philosophy for life.
At the TNT commentary desk, Bill Walton could