After Wang Yi said that, Westbrook, standing behind him, reached his left arm around Wang Yi's neck and gave him a gentle chokehold.
"You know, sometimes the way you show off is so damn irritating. I'm your teammate, and even I want to choke you to death."
Assistant coach Kevin smiled and shook his head. "When are you going to get over this habit of showing off?"
Wang Yi's words were picked up by the microphones at the arena and played over the loudspeakers.
The audience let out a huge roar.
"Oh, God, this guy!"
"This guy is just begging to get smacked."
Wang Yi's words played over the arena's loudspeakers, and all twenty thousand spectators heard them.
The entire arena erupted in a roar.
Many of the fans cursed Wang Yi.
"That's just too arrogant."
"Who does this guy think he is, playing on their home court?"
"Fuck, I'm about to lose it. This guy is just begging to get smacked!"
The American haters in the comments section heard those words and immediately started attacking Wang Yi, one after another.
"This guy has no idea how big the world is!"
"Taunting the Pelicans' players like that on their home court is definitely poor sportsmanship."
"He shouldn't have provoked Michael Joe. Michael Joe's temperament is like Michael Jordan's, too. If you piss him off, you'll pay for it."
As for the Chinese fans, most of them knew only enough English to say "come" for "come," "go" for "go," "yes" when nodding, and "no" when shaking their heads.
They hadn't understood what Wang Yi had just said, so they hadn't reacted yet.
Whale's English was only slightly better than the fans'. He knew "breakfast" and "dinner," too.
So he translated Wang Yi's words like this:
"Brother Yi refused to high-five his