Xu Jingyu's comments immediately drew skepticism from many fans.
"Come on, he was obviously scared."
"Brother Yu, I know you want to say something to reassure the Chinese fans, but that guy is clearly scared. You don't have to make excuses for him."
"He's actually afraid of a Japanese guy? I'm so damn embarrassed for him! Chinese athletes get a buff when they play the Japanese. Did your buff get eaten by a dog?"
Xu Jingyu knew they wouldn't believe him no matter what he said, but he still replied,
"Whether he's really scared or just pretending will be clear once the game is over."
Meanwhile, on the sidelines,
Wang Yi took some water from Uncle Wang and handed it to Wang Liang. "Have some water, but don't drink too much. Just a few sips."
Wang Liang took the bottle and gulped down a few mouthfuls.
Wang Yi took it back, screwed the cap on, and set it aside. Then he said to Wang Liang, "What you did just now was excellent—better than I expected. From here on, play boldly and don't worry about making mistakes or getting blocked. Just imagine you're playing with your classmates on your school's basketball court!"
Wang Yi knew there was no way Wang Liang could improve his skills in such a short time.
But he could boost Wang Liang's confidence.
So Wang Yi had to motivate him and encourage him.
Wang Liang heard him and nodded firmly. "I understand, Brother Wang Yi."
Wang Yi leaned close to Wang Liang's ear and quietly said a few words.
Wang Liang's eyes lit up, and he nodded firmly again. "Got it, Brother Wang Yi."
Wang Yaoxue watched Wang Yi and then Wang Liang, feeling a little puzzled, but also hopeful.
Wang Yi looked as if he had