The next day followed the same routine.
Wake up, treatment, training, eat, rest, afternoon practice, extra drills, return to the hotel.
Three days passed in a flash. There were no surprises, no incidents, and it was even a little dull.
But for a team preparing for the Finals, that kind of stability mattered more than anything.
The team atmosphere was excellent. No one was getting carried away, no one was slacking off, and no one was overly nervous. Everyone was quietly preparing for the Finals.
Zhang Yu and Dauding spent all day fooling around. One moment, they were mocking each other's terrible defense; the next, they were laughing at each other's poor shooting. They seemed to be constantly bickering, but they were actually close.
Bryce stuck to Wang Yi's side every day, asking about tactics one moment and experience the next, overflowing with energy.
Danny and the other veterans were much more composed. They trained meticulously and rarely wasted words.
Wang Yi liked this atmosphere. With experienced players keeping things steady and young people bringing the drive, a team could go far.
Over the past few days, Juan occasionally sent Wang Yi messages.
Sometimes, he talked about how many extra three-pointers he had practiced. Sometimes, he said he had watched the Los Angeles Lakers' training footage. Other times, he simply asked how Wang Yi's foot was doing.
Wang Yi replied every time. He did not say much, but every word was sincere.
He could tell that this young man truly saw him as a role model and genuinely wanted to make a name for himself in the league.
Losing a Western Conference Finals was nothing. As long as the fire in his heart remained, there would always be a day to fight his way back.
Wang Yi occasionally thought of