"Hey, kid!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the name of the person in front of him appeared belatedly in Li Wei's mind:
Stephen Curry.
Li Wei certainly remembered the man's name because it sounded just like "curry," but even though it was on the tip of his tongue, he couldn't get it out.
Curry, with his mouthguard in place, looked startled, having not expected such a reaction. He cocked his head to one side, his eyes twinkling with a studious light, "Is this trash talk?"
Li Wei asked sincerely, "This is the home court of the New York Knicks, right?"
He was hinting that since Curry was on an away game, he naturally needed to be prepared for trash talk.
The key was Li Wei's expression and tone—he had no intention of attacking, yet he managed to capture a teasing, playful vibe that completely lightened the mood.
Indeed, just like the rumors, Li Wei was indeed a guy who didn't play by the rules—
