At that moment, in the Lakers' resting area.
The team doctor stopped Miyazaki Isamu's nosebleed.
Coach Ham saw that Miyazaki was looking a little off after getting blocked twice in a row. He said to him, "Miyazaki, take a few minutes to rest. You'll go back in later."
"No, Coach. I can still play!"
Miyazaki stubbornly lifted his chin.
Although the slap from Wang Yi and Hachimura Rui had left him a little dazed, his family was deeply devoted to the Bushido spirit. He had grown up immersed in it, and he too revered it.
That slap from Wang Yi and Pang Bo had left him in tears, with blood running from his nose. It was nothing less than an insult.
He had to get even.
Even if he couldn't get even with Wang Yi, he would settle for taking it out on one of Wang Yi's teammates.
But he was only a rookie who had joined the NBA this season, and in truth, he had little say with the coach.
So the coach simply raised a hand and pressed it down in the air. "Calm down, Miyazaki. Rest for a few minutes. You'll get your chance to make an impact later."
Miyazaki, who revered the Bushido spirit, still wanted to say something. But the coach had made his decision, and there was nothing he could do, so he swallowed his words.
Then he dropped onto the bench, placed both hands on his knees, and sat up straight.
His expression showed both anger and frustration.
He silently vowed that once he returned to the court, he would make the Raptors pay for every humiliation he had suffered.
A moment later, he took several deep breaths and slowly closed his eyes, silently repeating to himself:
"Forget winning or losing. No Second