Although he knew the boss wasn't that kind of person, the only thing he wanted to do right now was escape.
He wanted so badly to leap up and flee the scene.
At that moment, Wang Yi glanced at Frank beside him.
He knew how Frank felt right now.
Then he turned to the reporters. "There's only one thing I want to say: if I get another chance like this, I'll still pass it to Frank."
The reporters in the room froze.
This wasn't the Wang Yi they remembered. In the final moments, the Wang Yi they knew always chose to trust himself.
Even when he was facing a double-team or even three defenders, he'd still choose to take the ball and go for it himself.
Now, after Frank had missed two clutch threes in a single playoff series, Wang Yi was saying he'd still pass to him next time.
That was more than a little unexpected.
Frank had his head lowered so far it was almost under the table. He'd already been suffering terribly, but when he heard those words, he suddenly jolted and turned to look at the boss.
Even after he'd missed two clutch threes, the boss still chose to trust him.
The boss could have said those words to him in the locker room. Instead, he'd insisted on bringing him here, saying them in front of all these reporters and fans around the world.
What did that mean?
It meant the boss was making him a promise.
It meant he wanted fans around the world to witness that promise. It meant that if this happened again, he would definitely pass him the ball.
At the thought, Frank's heart surged with emotion.
He almost reached out and put his hand on Wang Yi's.
But with so many