"Hey, guys, do you know what a No-Fly Zone is?"
Everyone looked at Wang Yi in confusion.
Mitchell, the little suck-up, tried to figure out what Wang Yi meant.
Then he gave a textbook suck-up answer.
"We all know what a no-fly zone is. It means a team has a strong interior defense, making it extremely difficult for opponents to score in the paint."
"The Pistons Five Tigers and the Bucks are examples of teams like that. Their paint is called a no-fly zone. Of course, the term is sometimes used for individual players, too. For certain players with exceptional interior defense, the area around the basket they protect becomes a no-fly zone. Shaquille O'Neal, for example."
"But I've never heard of a No-Fly Zone as a whole domain."
The others nodded.
Mitchell might have been a suck-up, but he wasn't wrong.
Wang Yi then explained to everyone:
"A No-Fly Zone means you can think of it as the area around a player's basket being even harder to breach than an ordinary no-fly zone. Scoring even a single point around the basket he protects is as difficult as being constipated."
"If you want to score around the basket he protects, you'd better be prepared to get blocked, have the ball stolen, and get knocked flat on your back countless times. And dunking in front of him? Please, don't even dream about it."
Everyone looked puzzled.
Did a player like that even exist?
Even the most fearsome defensive players couldn't do all that.
There was no denying that the defensive ability Wang Yi had shown in a few games came fairly close.
But it was still a long way from the No-Fly Zone he'd described.
Meanwhile, Mitchell could hardly wait to stick out his tongue and turn into a dog to