Pang Bo's performance on the court had surprised everyone.
And Wang Yi's eye for talent had surprised them just as much.
Guo Allen held up the microphone and asked Wang Yi, "Brother Yi, I've been wanting to ask you: how did you know Pang Bo had such incredible basketball talent?"
Everyone turned to look at Wang Yi.
Back then, nobody else had believed in Pang Bo. Wang Yi had been the only one to choose him.
How had he seen it?
Wang Yi smiled mysteriously and gave a two-word answer: "Instinct."
The second quarter was already five minutes in.
Wang Yi looked at Pang Bo on the court.
He was panting heavily.
Whenever he got the slightest chance, he braced his hands on his knees and bent over to rest.
Clearly, he had hardly ever played at this level of intensity.
And during those five minutes, almost every offensive and defensive play had revolved around him. It was easy to imagine how much energy he had burned.
Wang Yi watched Pang Bo and thought to himself, If Little Fatty has any weakness, it's his stamina.
Little Fatty needed to work on his conditioning. Otherwise, no matter how much talent he had, he wouldn't be able to show it.
Next, Wang Yi subbed Pang Bo out.
But he didn't immediately send in Iron Bull, Northwest Wolf, and Little Mouse—the three starters.
Instead, he sent in three other players who were fairly quick.
They were average players individually, but speed was their strong suit.
The three of them looked at Wang Yi, confused and a little frustrated.
We're clearly the strongest players among all 32 of us. Why aren't we going in?
Wang Yi had played basketball for so many years. How could he not know what they were thinking?
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