Guo Allen felt a little helpless. He knew the Windwalkers had been given a free pass and were guaranteed to win.
But he still wanted to put up at least a little fight against Wang Yi.
After all, they couldn't make the game look too fake.
So he took Hu Guangsheng and Da Dong out.
And sent in two substitutes.
There were only two players left on their bench now: Ding Haoran and a guy with a very reliable three-pointer named Yi Meng.
Sure enough, on his very first possession after coming on, Yi Meng sank a three.
Wang Yi reacted quickly, and immediately sent in two substitutes of his own.
One was Pang Bo, and the other was Monk.
He instructed Monk, "Your job is simple. Go out there and stick to Yi Meng. His three-pointer is accurate, but if you study him carefully, you'll see he's only accurate when he's wide open. If there's a defender in front of him, he usually won't shoot. And even when he does, his shooting percentage isn't high."
Monk nodded. "Got it, Brother Yi."
Wang Yi turned to the others. "On offense, try to get the ball to Little Fatty inside as much as possible. We can run P1, P2, and P3 more often to help him conserve energy. Every so often, have Little Fatty establish position inside and pass him the ball so he can post up against Ding Haoran."
The others nodded. Wang Yi rested a hand on Pang Bo's shoulder. "Little Fatty, this game is going to be exhausting. You need to be prepared for that."
Pang Bo looked at Wang Yi with determination. "Don't worry, Brother Yi. Capital can go to hell!"
His cuddly appearance paired with such a fierce declaration was still enough to make people laugh.