A reporter said to Morant, "But you don't have to worry. I've got some good news for you: Wang won't be playing today."
Morant sneered. "Heh. What do I care whether Wang plays or not?"
In fact, his "heh" wasn't because he didn't care whether Wang played. It was because he thought the news was obviously fake.
Over the past three years, Wang had played through minor injuries and only sat out when he was seriously hurt. Sometimes he missed games because he was suspended, but otherwise, he was almost never absent.
How could he possibly be sitting out today?
The reporter added, "Just two minutes ago, the Kings officially announced that Wang Yi won't play today because of soreness in his right ankle."
Hearing how convincing the reporter sounded, Morant perked up immediately.
He looked at the other reporters. "Really!?"
The reporter promptly sneered, "You just said you didn't care whether he played or not."
Morant realized he'd let his feelings show. He shook his head, and the rainbow-colored feather duster on top of it shook along with him.
"I'm just disappointed he won't be playing. I won't get to face one of the best players in the league. Looks like today's game is bound to be boring."
That was what Morant said, but the reporters in the room were all seasoned old hands. They keenly picked up on the change in his mood.
A moment ago, he'd looked lifeless, like the walking dead.
But after hearing the news, his whole face lit up, and even the feather duster on his head seemed to stand up straighter.
It seemed this guy was still afraid of Wang deep down.
Morant was in high spirits now. When the reporters stopped asking questions, he actually spoke up on his own. "We'll be