No doubt about it: Li Fei, FMVP!

The final box score showed that Li Fei had played 40 minutes, shooting 19-for-28 to rack up a terrifying triple-double of 48 points, 22 rebounds, and 11 assists, along with 6 blocks.

Kobe finished with 26 points, while O'Neal had 28 points and 12 rebounds.

Beneath the dome of basketball's Mecca, gold streamers and blue-and-orange confetti descended like a magnificent blizzard. The court instantly became a sea of jubilation.

Spike Lee rushed onto the court like a child. He pulled off his retro number 91 jersey and waved it wildly overhead, yelling at every camera, "What did I tell you! What did I tell you! This is New York! The championship stays here!"

At the entrance to the players' tunnel, the Knicks players shook hands with the Lakers players one by one.

Kobe walked up to Li Fei and raised his head. The disappointment in his eyes had already given way to a fiercer flame.

"Congratulations, Li."

Li Fei looked at him and nodded, then opened his arms and pulled him into a tight hug.

"You played great," Li Fei said softly in his ear. "As for you endorsing Li Fei Brand, I'll have David Falk give it serious consideration."

Kobe stiffened for a moment, then pushed Li Fei away, his gaze utterly resolute.

"Let's leave that for the offseason." His voice was hoarse but full of strength. "I don't want to think about any of that right now. All I want is to get into the gym, get stronger, and beat you next season."

With that, he turned and walked into the players' tunnel without looking back. His lonely retreat carried an unyielding stubbornness.

Li Fei watched him leave, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Kobe had averaged 24 points, 4.5 rebounds, and 3.8 assists in the series,