When Wang Yi returned to the locker room again, a security guard in the arena caught up with him at the door, holding a Wang Yi jersey and said, "Wang, can you please sign a name for me?"

Wang Yi was a little surprised that the Grizzlies' home security guard would ask him to sign, and it was when he had just won the Grizzlies in the playoffs.

The security guard saw Wang Yi's doubts and explained: "Oh, that little boy Beth wants it."

Wang Yi nodded.

He signed his name on that jersey, and his name was still as usual, written in a very casual running script.

The security guard thanked Wang Yi and left the locker room.

When Wang Yi returned to the locker room, the players did not leave. Everyone was happy after winning the ball and talked and laughed in the locker room.

It seemed that the atmosphere in the locker room was very good, but Wang Yi keenly noticed that Westbrook's smile seemed to be a little bit reluctant.

He thought about it, but couldn't figure out why.

So he waited for a while, and Wang Yi asked when most of the people left and Mr. Westbrook was planning to leave:

"Brother, I don't seem to be very happy?"

Westbrook shook his head: "It's not that I'm unhappy, but I'm also happy if I win the ball, but I can't play within regular time, and I always feel a little disappointed."

Then he shook his head: "You go back first, I'll go to practice more. I'm old and can't run fast and jump high. I have to practice the basket more accurately. It's a pity that I haven't practiced much since I've played it. Oh, while I still have some strength, I'd better practice the basket more."

As he said that, Westbrook shook his head, took a basketball and then walked towards the player's passage.

The back looks a little lonely.

Wang Yi watched Westbrook walk towards the player channel, and he shook his head secretly.

When Wei Shao was young, he relied on his physical fitness to fly and hide in the sky for a while.

But now I am old and can't fly anymore, so I can only sit on the bench.

Just imagine, with Westbrook's kind of strong attitude on the court when he was young, how could he be willing to sit on the bench and watch his teammates fight desperately on the court, and he could only wave his towel to hand over the water?

If it weren't for the obsession in my heart and for a championship ring, he wouldn't have been so wronged, and he might have retired long ago.

Thinking of this, Wang Yi sighed, then picked up a basketball, chased Wei Shao's back and left the locker room.

At this time, it's on the side of the court.

Two staff members are maintaining the basket and the Nets.

The two of them were doing their jobs while cursing.

"tmd, I thought our team was very imposing in the regular season and would be able to go smoothly in the playoffs, but I didn't expect it to be a big shot."

"Yes, it's really unpleasant."

"I hope the Grizzlies can get a strong game in the next game and win at least one of the two home games. Otherwise, if you go to Sacramento with a big score of 0:2, it will basically be gone."

While the two were talking, they accidentally looked up and saw the player passage. A figure walked out and looked closely at Westbrook from the Kings.

Westbrook was about to come to the sidelines, so he made a simple change of direction under his crotch, then took a step back, and began to practice jump shots.

When the two staff members heard this, they all frowned slightly.

They were already in a bad mood when they lost the ball, and now their opponents are still practicing at their home court, which makes them even more popular.

So the two looked at each other, and then they moved the ladder directly towards Westbrook.

When Westbrook made his third goal, the two staff members had already reached the basket he shot.

Westbrook looked at the opposite basket and saw that the nets on the opposite basket had already been removed, and the two people were obviously going to remove the nets here.

Westbrook greeted the two and said, "Hey, I'm sorry, man, can you please wait a moment before tearing it down? I'll only practice for half an hour."

The two frowned and shook their heads and said, "Sorry, we will finish our work as soon as possible and go home. You also know that it is already 12 o'clock now."

Wei Shao frowned.

He has been playing in the NBA for 20 years, so why isn't he familiar with the workflow of these staff?

Under normal circumstances, these on-site maintenance equipment staff will have at least three hours of working hours after the basketball game.

They will carefully inspect the floor on site, and if it needs to be removed, they will be removed and replaced with new floors;

There are also basket racks, baskets, nets on site that must be carefully inspected and maintained.

The entire process lasts 3 to 4 hours.

Westbrook asked them to wait a while before demolishing the Nets, which actually would not affect their off-get off work time, but would just let them slightly change the order of work.

But these two people were obviously unhappy to let Westbrook practice here.

After all, it's not a star like James and Kobe. Few people are willing to let you practice at their home court, especially if you just beaten.

Westbrook felt a little frustrated, and now he was bullied by the staff when practicing football, and he was even more angry.

He ignored the two staff members and started shooting directly at the free throw line.

After the basketball fell, it hit the ladder directly.

One of the staff members was also a little angry and turned their heads to look at Westbrook:

"Hey, do you think you were the triple-double king back then? Wake up. You are just an old man who can't run. Don't make unreasonable noise at our home court, otherwise I will complain to the league!"

Westbrook has a bad temper. Even now he is 40 years old, he can't suppress his bad temper at this time.

You'll get angry just now.

However, at this moment, Wang Yi's figure also came quickly from the player channel.

He saw Westbrook arguing with the two staff members, and he was even faster and came closer.

"Hey, guys, what happened?"

The two staff members turned their heads and looked at Wang Yi. When they saw the basketball in Wang Yi's hand, they asked, "Wang, are you here to practice football too?"

Wang Yi nodded and then continued to ask: "What exactly happened?"

Seeing that Wang Yi had given a positive answer, the two staff members shook their heads and said, "Then it's nothing. Let's leave this Nets for you to practice football. Let's do other work first."

"I just scored 37 points and I have to practice more after the game. Wang, you are really working hard."

"By the way, we are your fans. It's hard for us to decide whether to support the team in our hometown or the superstars we like."

Wang Yi smiled and said, "Then you just think it's just to enjoy a few basketball games."

The two nodded friendly, then moved the ladder away.

Before leaving, a staff member turned around and said to the prince: "Wang, I didn't shout when the audience was squirting trash words at you just now."

Wang Yi smiled kindly at them and said, "Thank you, I thought I was fighting against 19,351 audiences alone. It seems that I was fighting against 19,349 audiences alone."

The two of them were also happy and finally carried the ladder away.

The smile on Wang Yi's face gradually calmed down, and he turned his head to ask Westbrook next to him: "Brother, what happened?"

The anger on Westbrook's face was slightly reduced, and more so it was loneliness.

He raised his head and attacked.

Bang—

Basketball plays on the front of the basket.
Chapter completed!