After hearing the referee's explanation, Wang Yi couldn't help laughing. He shook his head with a smile and turned to leave.
According to the rules, players weren't allowed to casually slap their opponents during a game.
The referee's call was within the rules.
But what normal referee would take things that seriously?
He knew the two of you were just joking around, and still called a technical foul. Was he out of his mind?
Put another way, I was willing to slap him, and he was willing to get slapped.
One was willing to do it, the other was willing to take it. What business was it of yours?
But now the referee was being this strict, and he was technically within his rights. There was nothing anyone could do.
Even Xiao Hua couldn't help.
But after taking a couple of steps, Wang Yi turned back and asked the referee, "Mr. Referee, may I ask your name?"
The referee replied, "I'm Crawford. Joey Crawford, son of Pang Mailang."
Wang Yi suddenly understood. He gave him a Bow Fist Salute. "My apologies. I didn't realize who you were."
It really ran in the Crawford family.
Once, a certain Rookie No. 21 had just smiled from the sidelines and gotten ejected by the bald referee, Crawford.
Now Wang Yi had slapped an opponent on the butt, and the bald Crawford's son had given him a T. That was already getting off lightly.
When young Crawford saw Wang Yi make a gesture toward him, his first thought was that Wang Yi was taunting him.
He immediately wanted to blow his whistle and give Wang Yi another technical foul.
Two technicals in one game, and Wang Yi would be ejected.
But just as he was about to blow the whistle, Crawford realized that Wang