At the post-game interview, Wang Yi already knew what the reporters would ask. It was bound to be about the fouls, and he couldn't be bothered to say much.
He gave a few brief answers, then hurriedly left.
The reporters hadn't gotten the answers they wanted. They were clearly unhappy, but there was nothing they could do.
Wang Yi also attended the post-game press conference and was asked about Foul Baiting, but he didn't say much.
He gave a few brief answers, then brought the press conference to a hasty end.
It wasn't that Wang Yi didn't want to answer properly, or that he was trying to dodge the reporters' tricky questions. The game had simply gone on so long and been so boring that even he'd gotten sleepy.
All he wanted now was to get back and go to bed.
Naturally, he had no interest in dealing with the reporters any further.
Still, he knew the public outcry would surely build, and the Grizzlies might even appeal to the league.
They would put pressure on Xiao Hua, and a bunch of haters would come out to sing, dance, and rap about it.
But he didn't care about any of that. All he wanted was a good night's sleep.
Wang Yi had it easy, but things were very different for the Grizzlies.
The Grizzlies' trio at the press conference that day consisted of Morant, Noah, and head coach Lissalo.
All three had clearly arrived seething with resentment and anger.
Morant managed to keep himself somewhat in check. When he reached the press conference, he merely pulled his chair back a little and sat down normally.
Noah, on the other hand, yanked his chair a long way back.
Then he dropped into it and leaned against the backrest.
Even Grizzlies head