บท 625: Chapter 457 Come on MIL

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"Unless the league agrees this is the last time I'm receiving the MVP trophy in front of the runner-up in the MVP vote," Yu Fei took the MVP trophy from David Stern before the first game of the Western finals on game night, but his acceptance speech sounded incredibly harsh to the ears of the second-place finisher in the MVP voting. "Otherwise, I might not chase a sixth MVP trophy."

The fans in Key Arena began to jeer.

This is Seattle's basketball season.

It has been going on for two years now.

Every summer is the high season for basketball in Seattle.

Yu Fei's joke lightened the atmosphere, and Stern's expression was quite subtle.

He still remembered the draft eight years ago when he saw Yu Fei's name in the Cavaliers' envelope; he only considered the kid a high-risk youngster eager for quick success to meet the trend of the times.

Who would have thought that in just eight years, he would shake the foundation that Jordan took twenty years to build?