Cleveland International Airport:
"Su, what a shame. We led for almost the entire game, only to get caught at the end."
When Su Yi returned from Salt Lake City, Xu Rui was there to pick him up right away.
Hearing Xu Rui's words, Su Yi showed no change in mood. Instead, he shook his head and said, "It's probably for the best. At least now I know I need to work on low-oxygen training and training at high altitudes. I guess I turned a bad thing into a good one."
Seeing Su Yi react that way, Xu Rui knew the loss hadn't gotten to him. That was a good thing.
Without another word, Xu Rui took all kinds of delicious food out of the RV's fridge and microwave and gave it to Su Yi.
Su Yi didn't hold back. He usually ate nutritious meals, but having a little "junk" food now and then wouldn't hurt.
Did anyone really think athletes never ate certain foods?
At least, among all the athletes Su Yi had met since joining the NBA, he hadn't seen many who had truly given anything up.
Most of the time, they ate nutritious meals, but occasionally indulged in "junk" food to treat themselves.
Just like those self-discipline influencers, they had one cheat day a week.
Regular high-carb intake could stimulate the metabolism and improve the effectiveness of later training.
This kind of periodic indulgence helped maintain the body's sensitivity to nutritional needs and prevented the metabolic slowdown caused by prolonged low-calorie diets.
The psychological reward also helped them stay motivated over the long term.
At least, Su Yi thought it worked pretty well.
As he ate, Su Yi said to Xu Rui, "A Rui, looking at it now, getting drafted by the Cavaliers was a good thing."
"Why?"