They called it an Asian Games Village, and it really was just a village.
Half a year earlier, the Japanese government had ordered all the residents of the village to move out.
Then they rented all the houses there.
After putting up a few extra buildings, they had themselves an Asian Games Village.
The village was a little more prosperous than most, but it was still just a village.
Making all the athletes stay in ordinary homes was just ridiculous.
Those houses had been lived in by the residents for ten or twenty years.
Some athletes found that their beds creaked whenever they lay down.
Anyone who knew better realized it was just the bed.
Anyone who didn't might have thought the athletes were getting busy.
Athletes from all over the world kept complaining about it online.
Laotian athlete: "The Japanese government really knows how to save money."
Cambodian athlete: "This is the worst Asian Games Village I've ever stayed in. No contest."
South Korean athlete: "At the Olympics, they used cardboard beds. Now they've just rented ordinary houses. That saves them the cost of building an athletes' village. It's definitely economical, but it's also deeply embarrassing."
Wang Yi didn't mind.
It was a small place, after all. He could understand.
Besides, Wang Yi didn't need much time to adjust to the venues.
With his physical gifts, he completely dominated every event.
To put it bluntly, even if he performed poorly, he could still win. What was there to adjust to?
At last, September 9 arrived—the day of the opening ceremony.
Japan's opening ceremony at the Olympics, with its parade of demons, had left the whole world stunned.
This time, they couldn't even be bothered to arrange original performances. Several of the acts were simply copied from the Olympic opening