As Zha Zha saw it, as long as Wang Yi failed to average 25 points in the game he was commentating, then there was nothing to worry about.
As for Wang Yi reaching the milestone of averaging 25 points in the next game, that wouldn't happen until two days later.
By then, he could always call in sick and buy himself some time.
Maybe if he stalled for a while, something would turn things around.
At that moment, Tracy McGrady, the guest commentator beside him, teased, "Zha Zha, you've got some nerve. Aren't you afraid Wang Yi will score 90 points tonight? Then you'll have to kneel and kowtow to him right here on the spot."
"Hahahaha!"
Zha Zha Pachulia didn't blush. Instead, he looked completely unconcerned.
"Ninety points in a game? Do you really think he's that good? There's no denying he once scored more than 100 points in a game, but that was back then, when the other Kings players weren't very good and he had the green light to shoot as much as he wanted."
"Now Danny has developed, and there are plenty of other players too, like Towns, Little Danny, Westbrook, Wiggins, Bond, and the rest. Is Wang Yi really going to ignore how they feel and take every shot himself?"
"And besides, the Celtics aren't stupid. If Wang Yi starts shooting whenever he wants, won't they send three or four defenders to double-team him?"
McGrady stroked his salt-and-pepper beard and said with a smile,
"Everything you said makes sense in theory. But don't forget this player's name is Wang Yi. Isn't there a saying? Wang Yi means miracles."
Pachulia laughed too. "You actually believe that nonsense?"
McGrady shook his head.
He knew Pachulia was saying all those things to draw attention by taking shots at