Having rested for a while at the Dallas Hotel, Zhang Yang, with nothing else to do, decided to go practice at the American Airlines Center. He was still short by over 2000 shooting points to acquire his new ability early.
In Dallas, more exaggerated than Boston or Salt Lake City, the redneck headquarters, he worried about his safety even just walking around. It seemed better to stick to training.
When he asked the receptionist to call a taxi, he ran into Ingles and Rondo, who were also heading to the American Airlines Center, so the three of them set off in the same car.
Once in the car, Zhang Yang asked what they were heading to the American Airlines Center for.
