"Just look at him. While his teammates and coaches are gathered around him celebrating, he seems to have no strength left to celebrate. It's like he's been jostled around by a crowd on a packed bus. Look at his body language, look at his expression. He's so tired—he's truly exhausted!"
Yang Yi said, his voice thick with emotion:
"Yeah. He's really exhausted."
"Even though this was probably the best game of his career, we hope there'll be fewer games like this."
"We hope China Team will have more talent and grow stronger, so Wang Yi can take it easy on the court."
"When Wang Yi can take it easy even against Team America, that's when China Team will truly be strong."
"And the more games Wang Yi can take it easy in, the longer he'll be able to play."
"Treasure these moments. Every time you watch Wang Yi play, there's one fewer game left to see."
At that moment, the Chinese live-stream comments were flooded with "666." Mixed in with all those messages were people expressing how worried they were about Wang Yi.
"Brother Yi really gave everything he had."
"I feel so bad for Brother Yi."
"Stop crowding Brother Yi. Let him rest for a while."
"If you ask me, he shouldn't even do the courtside interview or attend the postgame press conference. Brother Yi is just too exhausted."
At the arena, Wang Jianhua was quickly conferring with the team leader, asking him to speak to the event organizers.
"Just tell them he's feeling unwell and needs to rest and get checked out. Whatever happens, I'm not letting him attend the press conference."
The team leader glanced at Wang Yi on the court and said:
"It'll probably be difficult to get the organizers to agree to let him skip