Many fans tried to persuade him.
"Just play it safe."
"Don't talk yourself up too much, or it'll be hard to back down later."
Nearly ninety percent of the internet thought Wang Yi was being far too arrogant this time.
All the haters were waiting to see the Lakers crash and burn.
They were waiting for the day Wang Yi got slapped in the face.
The overwhelming outside debate and ridicule.
Everyone, both on and off the court, saw it clearly.
Only Wang Yi himself, the man at the center of it all, paid no attention whatsoever.
After the game, the team quickly packed up their things.
The team's assistant coach had already arranged an extra training plan for the following day.
He had planned to ride the momentum of the win and have the players further refine their defensive tactics.
Everyone thought Wang Yi would lead the team in an intense training push.
After all, the team's roster was thin. They could only make up the gap through hard work.
But no one expected Wang Yi to call off every training arrangement.
In front of the entire team, he announced a decision:
"No training for anyone tomorrow!"
"Everyone is free to do whatever they want. Go out, relax, and reset."
The players were all stunned.
They had already prepared themselves for extra practice and tactical film review.
After all, the team was short-handed and could not afford to lose a single game.
This was precisely when they needed to train desperately.
So why was he suddenly telling everyone to relax and rest?
Some young players could not help asking.
Seeing how tense everyone looked, Wang Yi slowly spoke.
"I know you're all anxious."
"I also know everyone wants to seize every minute to train."
"But basketball isn't about gritting