When all the players wanted to hear an explanation from Wang Yi, he pointed toward the big screen.
"The big screen will give you the answer."
At that, all the players looked up at the big screen. Juan was sitting on the bench, listening to the coach talk.
Sweat glistened on his tightly curled hair like dew on the grass in the morning.
Sweat kept rolling down his face.
He wiped his head and face with a towel, but in less than ten seconds, he was sweating all over again.
He wiped himself down once more, but in less than ten seconds, his head and face were covered in sweat again.
Clearly, this was a sign that he had expended too much energy.
At the same time, he kept panting heavily, like an old ox plowing a field under the scorching summer sun.
He looked as though he might start blowing smoke out of his nostrils.
A reserve player beside him handed him a bottle of water, and he gulped down half of it.
His breathing seemed to ease a little, but sweat kept seeping from his forehead.
Rose had played for longer and was more experienced. "He's exhausted himself."
Everyone nodded.
But they were still puzzled.
Bond asked Wang Yi, "Boss, he was bouncing around just now. How did he suddenly end up like this after three timeouts?"
Wang Yi smiled. "This involves psychology, medicine, bioengineering, architecture, law, mathematics, basic physics, applied physics, astrophysics, quantum mechanics, excavator repair, and postpartum care for sows."
Everyone looked speechless.
Mitchell gave Wang Yi a thumbs-up. "Boss, I don't understand, but it sounds impressive."
Wang Yi continued, "Juan is my fan, and a die-hard one at that. You all know that, right?"
Everyone nodded.
Westbrook asked, "Does that have anything to do with