258. Brother Yao, you lost weight!

Kobe was ranked first, Duncan second, James third, Nowitzki fourth, Nash fifth, Garnett sixth, Yao Ming seventh, Iverson eighth, Wade ninth, Kidd tenth, McGrady eleventh, Stoudemire twelfth, Zhang Yang thirteenth…

Silenced by the ranking for quite a while, Zhang Yang finally spoke, "I'm actually ranked thirteenth… Are these guys really that good? They actually put me so far upfront?"

Before Zhang Yang could finish, Felton butted in, "Right? They are so shameless. James is already third, and you're just ranked thirteenth… What? They are good? Jack, you must be delirious," Felton exclaimed.

Zhang Yang said, "I thought they'd rank me in the twenties or even thirties to spark controversy, to stir up discussions. I didn't expect that they didn't plan on using me to create buzz at all… Uh, boss, look at the comment section!"

Felton picked up the mouse and skimmed through the comments for quite a while before returning his gaze to Zhang Yang…