In the Kings' locker room, all the players were silent.
Wang Yi's words, "I'm very disappointed," had weighed heavily on their minds.
At that moment, Wang Yi fixed the reporter with an intense stare. "I mean, I'm very disappointed in myself!"
"First, these stats aren't that good compared to my usual numbers. Second, as the leader of a team, it's my responsibility to lead them to victory. I failed to do that today, and we got blown out by 45 points. I take full responsibility."
The reporters were immediately disappointed.
The PR staffer beside them, however, let out a long sigh of relief.
Brother Yi, could you please stop saying things that sound so alarming?
You're going to give people heart attacks.
Back in the locker room, the players heard that Wang Yi wasn't disappointed in them, but in himself. They all felt a quiet sense of shame.
Everyone was responsible for this loss, yet Wang Yi had taken all the blame upon himself. How could they not feel ashamed?
But the other young players felt only a brief pang of shame before quickly returning to normal.
That was because Wang Yi took the blame himself after every loss.
Even when a teammate's mistake had clearly cost them the game, he still took responsibility.
At first, this had made the others feel deeply ashamed.
But over time, their shame gradually faded.
Some even thought it was just a polite thing Wang Yi said, a way of speaking, a method of winning people over.
So when Wang Yi said things like this now, some of them didn't think much of it.
Rose saw the expressions on the players' faces and sighed to himself.
It seemed that Wang Yi taking the blame every time had made these guys immune to it.
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