When Gaddafi heard Wang Yi say he wouldn't be coming to practice that evening, he and his son exchanged a glance and let out a long sigh of relief.
After Wang Yi left, the two of them got in the car and headed home. They ate a few bites, then collapsed into bed and slept like logs.
All they'd done was help Wang Yi retrieve balls every day, and they were already worn out after three days.
They had no idea how Wang Yi managed to keep practicing like that every day.
By six that evening, it was time for the Slam Dunk Contest.
Wang Yi wasn't participating in this year's Slam Dunk Contest.
Even though plenty of people had asked him to.
After all, competing in a contest like this required training in advance.
And repeatedly practicing dunks put a lot of strain on the knees.
For someone who wanted to extend his career as long as possible, protecting his knees was far more important than winning a Slam Dunk Contest.
So half an hour before the contest began, Wang Yi simply changed into casual clothes and came to the venue with his family through the entrance for spectators.
When he arrived and sat among Carter, Tracy McGrady, Jordan, and the other former dunkers, the DJ in charge of getting the crowd hyped immediately turned his attention to Wang Yi.
As soon as Wang Yi sat down, the DJ walked over to him with a microphone.
"Wang, why aren't you competing in the Slam Dunk Contest this year?"
The moment the DJ asked, a spectator not far behind Wang Yi shouted, "He's scared!"
Several others joined in. "He's afraid these young guys will outdo him and make him look bad."
Wang Yi heard the spectators behind him, glanced at