Shaquille O'Neal smiled wryly. "Yeah. We weren't the only ones proven wrong—I think everyone except Wang Yi was."
"Think about it. Everyone else assumed Bond would still be an easy target tonight. So why did Wang Yi start feeding him the ball over and over as soon as he got on the court?"
"Look at the replay of that first defensive possession. When Tures went to help double-team Bond, Wang Yi waved him off. Clearly, Wang Yi was the only one who believed in Bond, the only one who knew Bond was going to step up tonight."
"Look at the Kings' coaches and players. They all look completely baffled. So I think Bond's big night has a lot to do with Wang Yi."
Pippen asked beside him, "Think it might be because the two of them had a fight?"
Shaquille O'Neal shrugged. "What fight? They were sparring. A sparring match between mixed martial arts and Chinese kung fu."
Pippen grinned. "Right. Just a little sparring."
As Bond left the court, his teammates came over one after another to slap hands with him, and the head coach gave him a hearty hug.
"You really surprised us tonight. You've been incredible."
Bond simply nodded, then sat down on the bench.
He glanced at Wang Yi out of the corner of his eye.
Did that performance make me enough of a man?
But Wang Yi didn't even acknowledge him. Instead, he carried on chatting with the personal trainer beside him.
Bond couldn't help feeling furious. How the hell have I still not won you over?
With Bond's intelligence, he should have been able to figure out the reason in no time. But, as they said, it was hard to see clearly when you were caught up in the situation.
Anger clouded his mind.