The commentators didn't understand what Wang Yi was doing.
The players and head coaches on both teams didn't understand what Wang Yi was doing. Neither did the fans.
As Wang Yi came off the court, Chris Paul spread his hands at him, as if to ask, "Brother, what's that supposed to mean?"
James came over too and tilted his head at Wang Yi. "Brother, I know you must have a reason for doing this. Can you tell us what it is?"
How could Wang Yi explain it to them?
Was he supposed to tell them, I have to complete a task, and I need to rack up five blocks in a single quarter?
Left with no choice, he could only say to James and Paul, "This is just foreshadowing."
James and Paul exchanged a look. Neither of them understood what Wang Yi meant, but he clearly had no intention of saying more.
Only the eager Mitchell beside them firmly backed Wang Yi. "Trust the boss. Whatever he does, he has his reasons. We just need to support him."
Danny wasn't much of a talker, but now he stood beside Wang Yi too, nodding to the others.
He was telling everyone to support Wang Yi.
James had been Wang Yi's teammate before, so he knew that Wang Yi often acted a little strangely. But his choices had always worked out well for the team, so in the end, James nodded too.
Paul, on the other hand, was at a loss for words.
Wang Yi was crazy. Had this whole group gone crazy with him?
James turned to Wang Yi. "Wang, just tell us. How do you want us to support you?"
Wang Yi shook his head. "Just play like you normally do."
The coach could only accept it.
Though he didn't