After the game, the players sat in the locker room, weighed down by the loss.
The fact that they were now down 1–3 made it even harder to stomach.
Everyone silently finished showering and got dressed.
Aside from the players who had to attend the press conference, everyone else quietly headed home.
Wang Yi had just come through a grueling battle and was physically and mentally exhausted.
Fortunately, he had also gotten a Stamina Card.
So he planned to attend the press conference, then head back to the court for more practice.
Just then, Bond came over and asked Wang Yi again,
"Boss, the game's over now. Can you tell me?"
Wang Yi couldn't help feeling a surge of anger.
They'd lost, and everyone else was feeling down, but this guy looked like he couldn't care less.
The whole internet was probably tearing into him right now. Did he really not give a damn?
If he hadn't backed off on that last play, the Kings might have won today.
Wang Yi wasn't just looking to pin the blame on someone because they'd lost.
If that last shot had been a genuine mistake that cost them the game, Wang Yi wouldn't have blamed his teammate. He would have taken responsibility himself, comforted the player, and encouraged the team to fight back in the next game.
But this guy had cost them the game by being too soft, and he still didn't care.
I've been way too nice to you.
But Wang Yi saw that several other players were still in the locker room, so he suppressed his anger and said nothing.
His face dark, he strode out of the locker room.
After the press conference, when he returned to the arena to practice, Bond came over to him again.
"Boss, why?