The Thunder were tonight's opponents. They were at the bottom of the Western Conference standings this season and had been eliminated from playoff contention early. Their overall strength was poor, to say the least, and the whole team believed tonight's game would be an easy one.
So they hadn't scheduled any practice.
Still, at ten o'clock, Danny and Rose showed up to do some light individual training.
When Danny and Rose saw Wang Yi already drenched in sweat, they exchanged a glance and silently marveled.
Wang Yi had only just returned, and he was already training far too hard.
When they learned that Wang Yi had finished practicing at eleven last night and gotten up again to train shortly after six this morning, they were even more surprised.
Rose knew there was no point trying to talk someone as stubborn as Wang Yi out of it, so he didn't bother.
Training this obsessively would catch up with Wang Yi sooner or later. Once he paid the price on the court, he'd understand the need to balance work and rest.
Danny, however, glanced at Mitchell. He didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes clearly asked what was going on—and carried a hint of reproach.
Mitchell shrugged. "You've all seen it. The boss has been training for hours, and he's still full of energy. I think he knows his own limits. There's no need to worry about him."
After hearing that, Danny didn't say anything else and went off to practice his threes.
At last, seven o'clock in the evening arrived.
Both teams sent players to attend the pregame press conference.
The Thunder had finished near the bottom of the standings year after year for the past four or five seasons, so their draft picks had been very high every