Mitchell had a knack for taking an ordinary sentence and making it sound so dramatic that it felt like a spy thriller.
Especially when he was trying to suck up to Wang Yi, he naturally gave it everything he had.
"Actually, there's another very mysterious reason, but the boss told me I can't reveal it. So that's all I'll say for now."
The middle-aged man's curiosity was instantly piqued.
"Mitchell, I know you're a good guy. Could you tell me more?"
Mitchell glanced around, then lowered his voice. "I'll only tell you if you promise not to tell anyone else, okay? The reason the boss seemed to be in mediocre form earlier was partly because he was playing possum, and partly because he wanted Paul and James to get used to playing together as quickly as possible. So he sacrificed his touches and shot attempts."
"You so-called experts and analysts have been picking things apart and looking for problems. Turns out the boss was playing all of you. Hahaha, got fooled, didn't you?"
The reporter looked embarrassed.
In fact, he had analyzed Wang Yi's performance this season the same way. He never imagined Wang Yi would explode in the very first game, scoring 50 points in a single quarter and leading the Kings to come back and beat the 76ers.
He'd really been made to eat his words this time.
And it wasn't just him. Countless experts, reporters, and commentators who'd weighed in before the game had all been made to eat their words, too.
Under the tweet criticizing Wang Yi by Smith, his biggest hater, there were now nothing but comments from Wang Yi's fans.
"Who was it that said Wang Yi and the Kings would lose? Not just lose, but go on a losing streak. Which big mouth