Open Practice Day
The day after Game 1 of the Finals, Wang Yi still got up at six in the morning.
Nicole didn't try to stop him.
She knew that no matter how exhausted Wang Yi was after a game the night before, he'd be full of energy after a night's sleep and get up at six to train.
That was how Wang Yi's body differed from an ordinary person's.
In fact, it was because the system helped him recover.
Otherwise, after being so exhausted the night before that he'd nearly dropped dead—and not getting home until one-thirty in the morning—
who could sleep for just over four hours and then get up to train?
Superman?
When Nicole saw Wang Yi get up, she got up too.
Wang Yi had already changed into his shoes and jacket. He headed out on foot, jogging toward the Golden 1 Center.
The Golden 1 Center was about fifteen kilometers from Wang Yi's home. Traffic around the arena wasn't great, so driving took half an hour.
If Wang Yi went on foot and took a shortcut, it was about ten kilometers.
So now, he ran to the arena on foot whenever he trained in the morning.
Nicole stayed home and made breakfast with the nutritionist, then drove it over to the arena.
After arriving at the arena, Wang Yi rested for about ten minutes and did some stretches. Then he greeted James Wells, who had just driven up.
"Come on, come on. Let's go one-on-one."
He hadn't finished the task yet, so he had to pick up the pace.
James Wells saw Wang Yi drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked through.
He shook his head helplessly. "You were practically on your deathbed last night. Then you slept for just a few hours and bounced