Half an hour before the All-Star Game, in Wang Yi's Team's locker room.
Besides the five starters, the teammates Wang Yi had chosen this year included Jalen Green of the Rockets, Ja Morant of the Grizzlies, and Edwards of the Timberwolves.
They were all among the best of the younger generation.
Young players could be a little hotheaded and sometimes unwilling to take advice, but Wang Yi still liked their youthful energy.
They were nothing like those old basketball pros, who had all become far too slick.
So when it came to choosing his players, Wang Yi had picked more young ones.
But after Jalen Green and Morant entered the locker room, neither of them said much.
Morant's reason was obvious: Wang Yi had beaten him so badly that he'd become depressed, and he still hadn't gotten over it.
Now that he was seeing Wang Yi in the locker room again, it felt like he was looking at a powerful enemy.
An enemy he had no chance of defeating.
Wang Yi loomed over him like a mountain.
So Morant really couldn't get past it, at least not for a while.
As for Jalen Green, he was a little shy by nature. Now that he'd suddenly found himself among big names like Wang Yi, James, Paul, and Curry, he still didn't quite dare to speak up.
Edwards, on the other hand, was a natural at making friends. He greeted the big names one by one.
He seemed very enthusiastic.
James put an arm around his shoulders and said something to him.
Paul was encouraging him from nearby, too.
It seemed like all these guys were pretty welcoming toward Edwards.
As soon as he arrived, Edwards also tried to strike up a rapport with Wang Yi.
He slapped Wang Yi's hand, then