Meanwhile, at a gym in Guizhou Province.
During a break in training, Zhang Jiacheng went to the lounge to watch the game. When he saw this scene, he clenched his fists without a word.
Shaken by Wang Yi's courage and audacity, he also made up his mind.
Brother Yi, don't worry. I'll work hard. One day, I'll make it into the NBA!
TD Garden.
The insults rang out one after another.
"Trash King!"
"Trash King!"
"Trash King!"
When the spectators saw how much Wang Yi seemed to be enjoying himself, they hurled even more abuse at him.
From that day on, Wang Yi officially became the sworn enemy of TD Garden.
Whenever he played in that arena, he was sure to face a chorus of "Trash King" from the crowd.
Here, it wasn't just the Celtics players who had a proud tradition of toughness. Their fans were just as unyielding.
Even when Wang Yi scored 100 points and left them speechless for stretches of the game,
after Wang Yi's provocation, the two sides had become enemies.
TD Garden was sacred ground. No one was allowed to desecrate it.
And now, this guy had the nerve to come here and pull this shit.
Every North Shore fan would have it out for him for the rest of their lives.
No matter how well he played, no matter how many points he scored,
the chant of "Trash King" would ring out here.
When the game finally ended, the Kings had beaten the Celtics by 37 points, 147–110.
Another blowout!
After the game, the Kings chose to open their locker room to the press.
In an instant, forty or fifty reporters crowded into the visiting team's already cramped locker room.
There was no question about who they wanted to interview