Bald Wang Yi: I Went Bald, and Got Stronger
Like James, Wang Yi held out his hand and gave the camera a gentle wave, then raised it to greet the audience.
The crowd's cheers instantly grew several decibels louder.
Durant, over on Team America's side, watched the scene with a sinking feeling.
James had always kept him down.
During the years when James's popularity was waning, Durant had thought his time had finally come. Then Curry showed up.
Now that James was finally about to retire, Wang Yi had come along.
Was he destined to be runner-up forever?
After the opening ceremony, there were no basketball games the next day.
Wang Yi found a barbershop in the Olympic Village.
As soon as he walked in, the barber recognized him. "Wang? Welcome, welcome! I never thought you'd come here. I'm Tony the barber."
Wang Yi shrugged. "Are all barbers named Tony?"
The barber laughed. "It's just a nickname. What kind of haircut do you want? I'm great with all kinds of styles from all over the world."
Wang Yi ran a hand over his short buzz cut. "A shaved head."
The barber looked surprised by Wang Yi's answer.
He looked at Wang Yi in the mirror. "Wang, here's my personal advice: your current hairstyle looks great. It just needs a little trim. A shaved head can look cool, but it's not a look everyone can pull off."
Wang Yi looked at himself in the mirror, too. "Don't worry."
Seeing that Wang Yi had made up his mind, Teacher Tony stopped trying to talk him out of it.
As he got ready, he muttered under his breath, "A buzz cut suits your hair so well. It'd be a shame to shave it all off. I really don't get why you're so set