After hearing Wang Yi's words, Tamim smiled and said, "I love watching athletes eat. They really know how to enjoy their food! Being able to eat is a blessing!"
The other players saw how Wang Yi showed no pretense or restraint at a state-level banquet, but instead wolfed down his food as if he were eating at home.
He even had chili oil around his mouth.
Only then did they understand.
All that talk about being elegant, not making a spectacle of yourself while eating, and not smacking your lips.
Those so-called rules were all made for people without real ability.
If you had ability, then your rules were the rules.
If you had ability, even your farts would smell good to people.
Take a simple example: plenty of people said you had to hold a wineglass this way or that, and that holding it another way was inelegant and showed you had no class.
Just look at how the Queen of England held hers.
It was just a wineglass, for fuck's sake.
Why the hell were there so many rules?
That evening, hosts and guests alike left the banquet thoroughly satisfied.
The next day, China Team threw itself into intense training.
Four days later, China Team would face its first opponent in the group stage.
Since Wang Yi had become a world-class basketball star, the basketball craze he had sparked had made tens of millions of young people around the world fall in love with the sport.
As a result, basketball seemed poised to overtake soccer as the world's number-one sport.
So after negotiations between FIBA and the IOC, it was decided that the rules for this year's Olympic men's basketball tournament would be changed.
Originally, only twelve teams competed in the Olympic men's basketball tournament, divided into three