Doug thought Wang Yi wouldn't dribble as well with one hand as he did with both, so he could steal the ball.
But the next moment, he was completely dumbfounded.
Wang Yi faced him and started dribbling with his left hand.
A one-handed crossover in front of his body, then a one-handed behind-the-back dribble.
A one-handed between-the-legs crossover.
His one-handed dribbling looked even more dazzling than most players' two-handed dribbling, like a butterfly flitting through a field of flowers.
It wasn't just Doug. Even Wang Yi's teammates, who spent every day with him, were dumbfounded by how dazzling his one-handed dribbling was.
James looked at Paul and asked, "Have you ever seen him dribble like that?"
Paul shook his head, looking as if he'd seen a ghost. "Forget seeing him do it—I've never seen anyone else in the world dribble so flashily with one hand."
The fans' comments were even more entertaining.
"After watching Brother Yi dribble, then looking at my own hands, I feel like I'm disabled."
"Brother Yi, can I trade my girlfriend for your left hand?"
In Jingyu's livestream, Xu Jingyu watched the scene with astonishment. "Oh my god, Brother Yi, don't do this to me. Watching you makes me feel like I'm nothing but a useless wreck."
"Look at that left hand! Look at the way he handles the ball! My god, I'm impressed. Seriously impressed."
Wang Yi's one-handed dribbling had stunned his teammates;
Stunned his opponents;
And stunned every fan around the world who had seen it.
Doug's brows drew together slightly.
It looked like he'd underestimated Wang Yi's one-handed dribbling.
But it didn't matter. There was no way Wang Yi could shoot as accurately with one hand as he had before.
Wang Yi dribbled left-handed and moved to the right.
When Doug shifted