When Shen Yanchao saw the excitement in Wang Yi's eyes, he immediately knew the guy was about to cause trouble again.
He knew Wang Yi all too well.
Back in school, whenever they took part in a sports meet or any kind of competition, Wang Yi would get that same look in his eyes.
Excitement, anticipation, a hunger for battle!
This was a streetball court, sure, but Wang Yi hadn't touched a basketball in three months. Now that he was here, he was obviously fired up again.
Shen Yanchao sighed helplessly. "Hey, hey, hey. You're not planning to go out there and crush some amateurs, are you?"
"Why not?"
Wang Yi shot back.
Shen Yanchao let out a sigh. "You're a four-time NBA champion and four-time FMVP. You've turned the NBA upside down. You really think it'd be fun to go crush some amateurs at a streetball court?"
Wang Yi shook his head. "Not really."
"Then why do it?"
Wang Yi replied, "But crushing amateurs at a streetball court in this country? That sounds like fun."
Shen Yanchao understood what Wang Yi meant. Thinking about it, whenever our athletes faced athletes from this country in sporting events, they always seemed to get pumped up.
He was no exception.
Shen Yanchao nodded. "That actually does sound kind of fun."
As they spoke, the game began.
The tournament followed a best-of-five format.
The first team to reach 21 points won each game.
The Blue Star Team might not have had much overall talent, but the three players worked together exceptionally well.
They were also deadly from three-point range.
Pick and Roll;
Elevator Door tactic;
Endless cuts to the basket?
Wang Yi had already mastered all those plays, but it was rare to see a streetball team run so many plays—and execute them