Morant's team psychologist felt relieved, but also a little puzzled. Morant had been extremely down before, to the point where he didn't even want to talk.
How had he suddenly become like a different person in such a short time? Not only was he playing with so much energy, he was also laughing and joking in the locker room.
Had someone talked him through it? But he was a psychologist. Were these players really more qualified than he was?
No way. He'd have to ask them what was going on after the game.
Meanwhile, while the players rested in the locker room, all sorts of performances were taking place on the court.
When other teams hosted halftime shows, the performers were usually Western groups, such as African drummers, street dancers, or streetball teams.
But thanks to Wang Yi's influence in Sacramento, the team often had to consider his feelings when arranging halftime performances.
They knew how patriotic Wang Yi was, so they often invited Chinese performance groups.
It was obviously an attempt to curry favor with him.
After all, given Wang Yi's current abilities and his influence around the world, he was nothing short of a walking cash cow.
This was the final year of Wang Yi's contract.
After the season, Wang Yi would become a free agent, able to choose any team he wanted.
With his ability, all 29 other teams would welcome him with boxes of cash.
That left Kings General Manager Divac and owner Ranadave feeling anxious.
They had to do everything they could to keep Wang Yi.
So they tried to accommodate him in every way—in plain terms, they were sucking up to him.
In the past, Ranadave had thought his daughter's unwavering devotion to Wang Yi was a mistake. He'd hoped she would give up