Wang Yi looked at Shen Yanchao, then at Miyakawa Maya.
"Are you two not people?"
Shen Yanchao shook his head. "Even if the two of us could team up with you, you still have a race tomorrow afternoon. It's the 10,000 meters! You should know which matters more. Don't let a little gain make you act on impulse. The 10,000-meter final is what matters."
Meanwhile, Green Hair wore a smug expression, as if his scheme had succeeded, and watched Wang Yi.
"Wang Yi, don't tell me you're going to run the 10,000 meters. I've scheduled this for nine tomorrow morning. You'll have plenty of time to compete here and then head to Nagoya."
Green Hair was surprisingly sharp.
If you wanted to stay sharp, you had to have a bit of green on your head.
He'd deliberately set a trap for Wang Yi.
Weren't you the one who said you'd come here to challenge us?
Well, I'm giving you the chance to do it.
Whether you can find suitable teammates here is your problem, not mine.
And I've made sure the timing doesn't clash with your 10,000 meters.
Now you have no excuse to turn me down.
If Wang Yi competed here tomorrow and then rushed to Nagoya for the 10,000 meters, he'd be cutting it extremely close.
And if he wore himself out on this court, he was almost certain to get nowhere in the 10,000 meters.
Green Hair had put Wang Yi in a dilemma.
Did he want to challenge them, or did he want to win the 10,000 meters?
If he wanted the title, he'd lose face here.
If he wanted to challenge them, he'd lose the title.
That was why Shen Yanchao had urged Wang Yi to refuse.
Miyakawa Maya watched Wang Yi too, wondering what