At 3 p.m., the players began arriving one after another.
When they saw that Wang Yi had already been training for a long time and was drenched in sweat, they couldn't help but admire his dedication.
The only one who seemed completely unfazed by Wang Yi's relentless training was the center, Bond.
It was just a job that paid the bills. As long as you did well enough, that was fine. Why work yourself to the bone?
Wang Yi kept training, but he was also quietly observing the new players.
Some of the new reserves clearly didn't respect him.
Wang Yi didn't care much. After all, in his current condition, he could manage at most the first half—and might not even last that long. It was no wonder those players didn't respect him.
Once he got back into shape, he'd teach them a lesson in no time.
The one real challenge among them was Bond.
He didn't have any of the passion or fire you'd expect from a young man.
In fact, he had other interests, and basketball was just a way to make a living.
Apparently, he was interested in writing and dreamed of becoming an author.
But he was so naturally gifted athletically that he was recruited to his high school team.
Then, almost without trying, he made it to the NBA.
That was the difference between people. Some worked their whole lives and never made it to the NBA.
Others had no desire to play basketball, yet made it to the NBA just by playing casually.
According to what Mitchell had found out, Bond planned to play for a few years, save up enough money, then retire and travel the world as a writer.
That was why he wasn't particularly invested in the games.
And that made