That was indeed the case.
By the time Wang Yi and Jordan said goodbye and returned to the hotel, the videos had already spread across the internet.
The view count had quickly reached one hundred thousand, then two hundred thousand, and was still climbing.
They were also still stirring up heated discussion among American fans.
"Oh my God, unbelievable. If Michael wanted to come out of retirement, he'd still be the God of Basketball!"
"You all hype Wang up so much, yet he can't even beat a 67-year-old man. I can only laugh."
"What? Someone's actually defending Wang, claiming the videos were faked? If it were just one person, maybe. But there are more than ten videos now, filmed from different angles. And you're still telling me they're fake?"
When Wang Yi returned to the hotel, the coach came to see him.
He showed Wang Yi the videos and said:
"Wang, you went out for a drink, and somehow you ended up competing against him? Now look what happened—so many people have posted it online. This is really bad for you."
Wang Yi looked completely unconcerned. "Would my reputation have been any better if I hadn't challenged him?"
Coach De'Anthony looked a little exasperated. "Well, that's true."
Wang Yi smiled. "They're having such a good time with it. Let them enjoy themselves."
The coach shrugged too. "There's been plenty of news about you off the court these past couple of days. Maybe you should keep a lower profile. It'd be better for everyone."
Wang Yi smiled. "I understand, Coach."
Then he went into his room.
Seeing Wang Yi's expression, the coach understood.
When Wang Yi said he "understood," all he meant was that he understood.
Whether he would actually do anything about it was anyone's guess.
At noon the