Phil Jackson's Surprise

After finishing that day's training, Wang Yi returned to his villa.

Nicole had already prepared dinner herself and was waiting for him to come home.

But after only two bites, Wang Yi didn't want to eat any more.

Even those two bites had made him feel a little nauseous.

If you've ever felt like you might throw up from nerves before a competition, then you could understand how Wang Yi felt at that moment.

But he wasn't nervous. He was too excited.

Since the game ended last night, he had slept for only two hours.

He could clearly feel that his body was exhausted and that he desperately needed rest.

But the moment he lay down, he couldn't help thinking about the upcoming Finals. He got so excited that even his neck felt hot, and he simply couldn't sleep.

Nicole was worried to see him like this.

"Wang, I know you're excited about the Finals, but this can't go on. Maybe you should..."

Nicole had wanted to say, "Maybe you should see a psychologist."

But she was afraid that would make Wang Yi angry.

There were plenty of people like that in the United States. Even when their physical or mental health was clearly suffering, they refused to seek medical help. Just bring up seeing a doctor, and they would fly into a rage.

Wang Yi pulled Nicole into his arms. "I think I have a way to calm myself down."

Nicole's eyes lit up. "What is it?"

Wang Yi asked Nicole to bring him his phone.

Then he made a call.

A moment later, a somewhat gruff but cheerful voice came from the other end. "Hey, brother, congratulations on making the Finals. Your performance has been incredible. When are you coming to Los Angeles? I'll treat you to another