Wang Yi returned to his room.
Su Shen finally relaxed when he saw Wang Yi return. "You didn't get into trouble, did you?"
Wang Yi shook his head. "No, no. I'm so humble, so righteous, and so virtuous—how could I possibly get into trouble?"
Su Shen nodded. "Good. Get some sleep. You've got four more events tomorrow."
Wang Yi patted his chest and joked, "Don't worry. You should say I've got four more gold medals waiting for me."
After waiting a long time outside the Old Shaanxi Restaurant, Nakagawa Ichiro finally managed to get back on his feet.
He didn't return to the Asian Games Village. Instead, he went straight to a hotel in Nagoya run by the Yamaguchi-gumi.
But that's a story for later.
At that moment, a video had been posted online in Japan and on China's TikTok.
The two videos showed the same thing.
They both showed Wang Yi flipping over his chair and standing up, grabbing Nakagawa Ichiro and throwing him to the ground, then slapping him three times in a row until he was seeing stars.
But the videos had very different titles in China and Japan.
In China, the title read: <Brother Yi Beats the Snot Out of Japan's Taekwondo Champion, Bringing Glory to Our Nation>
As soon as the video was posted, it shot to the top of the trending lists on every platform.
In the video, people saw Wang Yi knock the guy to the ground with one move, then slap him three times in a row.
They all cheered.
"Brother Yi took him down in one move! That was so satisfying. I felt that guy's balls ache just watching."
"Taekwondo champion, huh? Heh. Brother Yi's killed people before."
"Is Brother Yi going to retake Japan? Once he's done, I volunteer