Wang Yi was like that.
Though he dared to speak his mind and act boldly in everyday life, even he had his limits. He didn't just blurt out anything, whether it should be said or not.
That gave people the impression that he was genuine and uninhibited.
But saying things that shouldn't be said wasn't being uninhibited, nor was it being genuine.
That was just being an idiot.
For example, would you go around telling people what you and your wife got up to in bed?
Would people call you sincere and uninhibited for that?
They'd just call you an idiot—and a huge one at that.
While Wang Yi was at the press conference, Bond watched on a locker room screen as Wang Yi answered questions.
When he heard Wang Yi call him 007, he was taken aback for a moment, then curled his lip.
With his intelligence, he could tell that Wang Yi had a problem with him. So when Wang Yi suddenly gave him the nickname 007, it wasn't genuine approval. It was for the team's so-called unity, and for Wang Yi's supposedly lofty, unattainable dream of winning a championship.
It was ridiculous. What a load of crap.
So when Wang Yi returned from the press conference, Bond didn't even look his way. He was already on the bus heading to the airport.
Some players and assistant coaches wanted to try to talk him around. Anjiali especially wanted to chase after him and say a few words, but Wang Yi held them back.
Everyone was puzzled by what he meant. Wang Yi gave a faint smile. "Don't worry. He'll figure some things out once he thinks them over."
Everyone saw how Wang Yi looked completely confident, so they didn't dwell on it. They packed up together and boarded