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In the locker room, nobody celebrated loudly. They were all afraid of disturbing Wang Yi while he rested.
Wang Yi hadn't given anyone else a chance to shoot in this game, but not a single person thought he was selfish.
This team had always been Wang Yi's team.
Without Wang Yi, the team was nothing.
That was why he had unlimited shooting privileges with the Kings.
And not just the ordinary kind of unlimited shooting privileges.
LeBron James had unlimited shooting privileges. Kevin Durant had unlimited shooting privileges.
But in reality, if they took too many shots, they would still be criticized by the media and fans, and their teammates would secretly grow resentful.
But on the Kings, Wang Yi was the only true core.
No matter how many shots he took, he would never make his teammates resent him or draw criticism from the media and fans.
If he didn't shoot, who would?
That was what real unlimited shooting privileges meant.
Wang Yi slept for twenty minutes before his little lapdog, Mitchell, woke him up.
After all, he was soaking in an ice bath, and twenty minutes was the maximum.
Staying in longer could have harmful effects on the body.
When Mitchell woke Wang Yi, he felt as though some of his strength had returned, but he was still far from recovered.
Mitchell helped him step out of the tub and dried him off.
Wang Yi changed into a simple T-shirt and shorts, returned to the locker room, and sat down in a chair.
He rested for another ten minutes or so.
Then the press conference arranged by the league began.
Given Wang Yi's performance that night, he was obviously going to be the one holding the press conference. Even so, when an official