Ball Dad was already furious just looking at Wang Yi on the sidelines.
He had already had several reporters on his payroll prepare articles about how well his three sons were playing.
He planned to publish them on multiple platforms at the same time.
If even one of his sons managed to make one or two highlight plays against Wang Yi, he could clip the play or short video.
Paired with the articles his reporters had written, it would surely draw a huge wave of traffic.
Now, neither his eldest nor his second son had managed a single highlight against Wang Yi.
Still, at least their stats were decent, so he could just publish their articles. At worst, he could leave out the clips, photos, and videos. That would make the articles a little less convincing and credible, but they could still attract some traffic.
But his third son was something else. Forget making a highlight against Wang Yi—he'd been shut down completely, with zero points and zero rebounds.
How was he supposed to publish those articles about his third son now?
His third son was the one he had believed in most. He had gone to great lengths to get the reporters to hype him up, and the articles were already written. They just needed to fill in the stats later.
But now, with stats like these, what was he supposed to do?
"Damnit!"
Ball Dad couldn't help cursing viciously at the thought. Then he turned to look at Wang Yi over on the Raptors' side.
It was all that guy's fault!
Everything had happened because of that guy!
Damn it!
It seemed he'd have to get his reporters to take a few shots at Wang Yi next.
If he couldn't get traffic by promoting his sons, he could