Ball Dad looked rather displeased.
The teams his three sons played for were trailing by 25 points at halftime. How could he possibly look pleased?
He could only grit his teeth and try to explain it away:
"Wang Yi took too many shots in the first half and used up too much energy. There's no way he'll be this efficient in the second half."
"And our Hornets have been shooting well from three today. We'll definitely fight back in the second half."
Xu Jingyu, sitting beside him, wasn't very fluent in English, but after going abroad so often to do commentary in recent years, he could at least understand it reasonably well.
He had understood Ball Dad's remark about the Hornets shooting well from three, and couldn't help laughing as he said:
"If the Hornets are shooting so well from three, how are they still down by 25 at halftime? What are you going to win with, your mouth? Ball Dad is seriously hilarious."
By then, the Raptors had returned to the locker room. The players were all in high spirits, chatting and laughing.
But the team doctors and Wang Yi's personal medical staff all looked grim.
They were desperate to find out how Wang Yi's ankle had fared after the first half.
Wang Yi didn't immediately take off his shoes and socks in the locker room. Instead, he said to his teammates:
"The game isn't over. This is no time to celebrate. Trust me, this game won't be that simple. We've still got a tough battle ahead in the second half."
Only then did the players rein in their excitement a little.
Wang Yi looked around at them and said:
"Get yourselves ready. In the second half, every one of us has to give it everything we've got!"
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