They knew the Celtics had talked a lot of trash before and during the game, mocking their leader like that. There was no way their leader wouldn't be giving it everything he had to take down the Celtics.
In that situation, of course they had to give their leader their full support.
Even Charlie Hannum, Kim Tae-hyun, George Shig, and the others all nodded.
If Wang Yi had said this last season, they would definitely have been full of resentment and made all kinds of trouble.
But after Wang Yi had practically carried them to the Finals and won the championship almost single-handedly last season, they were completely convinced.
So this season, whatever Wang Yi said went. There wasn't a single person on the team who dared say no.
No matter how unreasonable Wang Yi's words seemed, no one would object.
There was a saying in the league that had been around for a long time: Wang Yi is reasonable.
Anything that happened to Wang Yi was reasonable.
After discussing things with his teammates, Wang Yi went to the treatment room, where Baiyin used acupuncture to reduce the inflammation in his body.
She asked Wang Yi, "How are you feeling? Do you think your body's holding up?"
Wang Yi smiled. "I'm fine. I only took a few three-pointers in the first half. It wasn't like I exerted myself much."
Baiyin rolled her eyes at him. "Easy for you to say. 'I only took a few three-pointers.' Those shots of yours made the Devil's Home Court fall silent for a little while."
Wang Yi shook his head. "That's nothing. My goal is to make the Celtics too afraid to boo me ever again."
Baiyin thought it over. "That'll be incredibly difficult. The Celtics are a traditional powerhouse, a hard-nosed team. Their