Mitchell was a little nervous. "Boss, I haven't played in a regular rotation like this for two seasons. I'm a little nervous."
Wang Yi said casually, "Have you ever heard the term 'sneaky player'?"
Mitchell was practically inside Wang Yi's head, and he immediately understood what Wang Yi meant.
His eyes darted around as he studied the lineup across from them.
The Bucks' backup point guard was nowhere near as good as Irving at handling the ball. He was only a second-year player, still wet behind the ears.
Mitchell figured he could use his experience to take advantage of him.
Wang Yi had actually thought about this a long time ago. The Kings were short on the bench this season, so Mitchell was bound to get more playing time.
How should Mitchell play when he was on the court?
With talent like his, he wasn't good enough on offense or defense, so he was bound to become a target for the other team.
Mitchell would have to find a way to deal with that. His talent might be pretty average, but he was still a little faster than most players, and his arms were a little longer, too.
Most importantly, the guy had an absurd number of tricks up his sleeve in everyday life.
If he could put those tricks to use on the court, along with his speed and wingspan, he could definitely become a competent sneaky player.
A player with his level of talent had nothing to worry about as long as he could become exceptional at one particular thing on the court. There'd always be a team willing to take him.
Wang Yi watched Mitchell, who looked as if he'd suddenly found enlightenment, and still wasn't entirely reassured. He reminded him, "Use those tricks you pull off