LeBron James felt the exact same way.
After all, hadn't James often told the media he admired Su Xi, wished him well, and insisted their relationship was still close? In reality, they no longer spoke in private.
A classic tale of bitter rivalry was unfolding in James's heart: if there's already me, why must there be him?
Now, James was in an amazing mood, practically floating on air.
As long as Su Xi didn't win the championship—didn't win the damned championship in his rookie season—he couldn't be considered the Man of Destiny. He wouldn't pose a threat to the Chosen One's status.
James didn't want to be Su Xi's equal. He wanted to reign supreme.
The only way he could accept Su Xi was as the number two, ranked beneath him.
How could Su Xi win an honor that he himself had never won?
In fact, Su Xi had already accomplished a lot.
If he won another championship and took the Finals MVP...
