After the Game: He's Just a Big Dog!

Glenn Robinson's ejection signaled the end of the game's story.

After digging themselves into a massive 25–0 hole at the start, Purdue University was left without its undisputed leader, Glenn Robinson. The rest of the game had turned into garbage time.

UC Berkeley opened the new season with a 38-point massacre.

"With all due respect, the best parts of this game were in the first half!"

"Li Fei gave us a spectacular half of basketball with his scoring and shot-blocking, along with Glenn Robinson's incredible string of blocks!"

"Of course, we can't forget the thrilling boxing match between Li Fei and Glenn Robinson. As for what happened after the boxing match, nobody remembers."

The commentators were still wrapping up their final thoughts.

Even though this was just an insignificant exhibition game,

everyone knew

the news coverage and photo spreads after this game would be spectacular!

"Li, we're back."

As soon as the game ended, Jason Kidd hurried back to the locker room.

"Are you okay?"

He was extremely concerned about Li Fei.

Li Fei smiled and slapped Kidd's hand. "I knew you wouldn't let me down. Congratulations on our winning start to the new season."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

Kidd was at a loss for words. "You knocked Glenn Robinson flat. They even had to carry him off on a stretcher."

"Oh, that's what you mean."

Li Fei shrugged. "I had no idea he was that weak. I wasn't even warmed up yet."

"..."

Kidd was completely speechless.

He hadn't even warmed up, and he'd already knocked someone flat.

If he had been warmed up,

wouldn't he have ended up behind bars for good?

Just then, their coach, Todd, came into the locker room.

His expression was heavier than anyone else's.

Li Fei shrank back a little.

He might already be a core player on the team,

but he'd just punched an opposing player flat in his first game.

It was only natural for the coach to give him a talking-to.

"Li, you have to understand, Glenn Robinson has been projected as the number-one draft pick many times," Coach Todd said.

"Sorry, Coach."

Li Fei scratched his head. "But in that situation, it didn't matter if he was the number-one pick or even MJ. I had to throw that punch."

"That's not what I mean."

Coach Todd held up the stat sheet. "I mean, you completely dominated Glenn Robinson."

"You blocked six of his shots and held him scoreless. I'd say you're about to enter the lottery-pick conversation."

"Uh..."

The Golden Bears players all grimaced.

Li Fei had punched the guy flat.

After all that commotion,

the coach was still focused on the game.

Todd cared about the game because he didn't think Li Fei had done anything wrong.

Was he supposed to stand there and let the other guy hit him?

If someone gave you trouble on the court, you paid them back right then and there!

There were no cowards at UC Berkeley!

"Li, there are a lot of reporters outside."

Only then did Todd show some concern. "This is something you can't avoid."

"You have to face them."

An Asian guy had knocked America's basketball golden boy flat with one punch, right here on American soil.

It was easy to imagine the reporters would give him a hard time.

But that was a trial every strong player had to go through.

Pushing open the door,

Li Fei entered the makeshift post-game press conference room.

He had barely taken his seat

when the flashbulbs went off with a rapid-fire barrage, nearly blinding him.

A reporter in the front row immediately asked the question he'd prepared: "Li, you were ejected for fighting in your college debut, and now everyone will remember you. What do you have to say?"

Li Fei shrugged. "I hope people remember me for my performance—for my points, rebounds, and blocks—not for fighting."

To be fair,

in 18 minutes on the court, he'd racked up 25 points, 16 rebounds, and 9 blocks.

That was an incredible performance.

But,

the reporters and fans would only remember the Asian long-armed knockout artist with a 100% KO rate, who'd twice launched himself into a deadly flying attack!

"Did you study martial arts in China?"

Another question came in. The local reporters dropped the act and went straight to the fight. "After all, you knocked Glenn Robinson flat with a single punch."

"And this was your first game on record!"

"Hahaha."

Li Fei laughed when he heard that. "First, I've never studied any kind of martial art."

"Second, I knocked Glenn flat because he was just too weak."

"I've never seen anyone with so little fight in him rush over to hand himself to me like that."

The reporters drew in a sharp breath.

So little fight in him.

What did it mean to destroy someone with words?

This was it!

"Li, what's your assessment of your opponent, Glenn? You were both on the court for less than 20 minutes today, but the story between you left a deep impression. We all know he threw the first punch, but he was also the one who brought out the best in you."

"You think that was the best of me?"

Li Fei looked confused. "That wasn't even close to my best. I wasn't at half strength."

"Exactly. I'm not just talking about the fight. I mean basketball, too."

"As for how I'd describe him..."

Li Fei stroked his chin and thought for a moment. "He's a guy with a lot of personality."

"He likes to bark and bite, but he's kind of weak."

"So I think this guy is just a Big Dog!"

"Big Dog"!

The reporter's eyes lit up.

And just like that,

the top-prospect rookie named Glenn Robinson

got his first nickname of his basketball career.

Big Dog!

Meanwhile,

with a white cloth wrapped around his head and a concussion diagnosis, "Big Dog" lay in a hospital bed watching Li Fei's interview on television. His heavy head seemed to clear a little from sheer anger.

"Motherfucker!"

"Of all the nicknames, they had to call me a dog? That's not a nickname. It's a mark of shame!"

Having a nickname was every player's dream.

But Big Dog was a nickname steeped in humiliation.

"Couldn't I at least have been a wolf...?"

Big Dog stared at Li Fei's handsome face on the television, wishing he could charge right through the screen, bite his face a few times, then lift his leg and piss all over it.

He wanted revenge.

But he was in the Big Ten, and the only chance they had to meet again was in the tournament—March Madness.

"March Madness. Don't let me run into you!"

Big Dog clenched his fist and made up his mind. "Or I'll show you what an African Spotted Hyena can do!"

"This Big Dog is going to rip your ass to shreds!"

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