Li Feng returned to his room and lay on the bed, closing his eyes in exhaustion.
He was still replaying today's match, it had been so thrilling!
Suddenly, the system's voice sounded again.
[Ding, system activated!]
[Congratulations to the host, you achieved a triple-double today, and simultaneously obtained]
"Johnson, you're speaking a bit hastily. It shouldn't be that bad; he still needs a lot of refinement."
"I'm not speaking without reason. I believe some players are born with a championship temperament, possessing innate championship attributes!"
As soon as championships were mentioned, Barkley's expression changed.
This was because among the four of them, everyone except him had a championship.
Barkley snorted and said, "Championships aren't solely based on personal ability; they also depend on teammates, and there's an element of luck!"
The other three realized then that the topic had touched upon Barkley's "sensitive spot."
Magic Johnson, with his high emotional intelligence, quickly changed the subject.
"Barkley is right, championships don't entirely represent individual ability. But for Li Feng to make a name for himself in the NBA, he at least needs to achieve 15+5 stats in the new offseason, otherwise, there's still no hope."
Bird stated with certainty, "I just bet with anyone that Li Feng can achieve these stats. His technical maturity is very high!"
Seeing Bird's confidence, Barkley became unconvinced again.
"I don't think so. It would be good if he could get 12+5 in his rookie season."
Magic Johnson couldn't help but burst out laughing, "What, you want to bet again? Whose butt are you kissing this time?"
The other two couldn't help but join in the laughter.