Morant was already cursing Noah out in his head.
Are you fucking brain-dead?
There were so many people in the NBA who'd provoked Wang Yi, and every single one of them had been crushed by him. Couldn't you see that?
King Arthur had been so cocky when he faced Wang Yi before. Now, when he faced him, he couldn't have been more well-behaved.
LaMelo Ball had once threatened Wang Yi, and then Wang Yi had held him to zero points every time they met. Couldn't you see that?
The Knicks' Big Three—including me, of course—had talked some trash, and Wang Yi had responded by saying he'd score 60 against the Knicks from then on.
From last season through this one, counting both the Playoffs and the Regular Season, Wang Yi had faced the Knicks five times. He'd scored 60-plus in every game.
Are you fucking blind?
And forget about the past. Just look at me. I used to be cocky as hell when I faced Wang Yi, and now I'm just as well-behaved. Can't you see that?
I was even crazier than you when I first entered the league.
And now?
Every time I see that guy, he beats the crap out of me.
Can't you fucking see that?
When the reporters in attendance heard Noah say that, they erupted in an uproar.
They'd known Noah might talk some trash, but they hadn't expected him to go this far.
The reporters were delighted.
Yes, yes, this was exactly what they wanted.
They loved seeing young players run their mouths in front of Wang Yi. It gave them something juicy to write about and grabbed people's attention.
It would draw attention before the game, and then, after Wang Yi beat the kid senseless, they could write another article making fun of