After the three of them finished breakfast, Wang Yi called a friend.
"I've got a game here. Want to come watch?"
"I'm on my way," his friend replied at once.
After that, the three of them walked to Yoyogi Park.
By the time they reached the court, it was already packed with people.
Spectators crowded around the chain-link fence.
There were far more than five hundred people there today—probably around two thousand.
The walkways outside the fence were already crammed, so people began climbing into the huge fir trees surrounding the court.
They piled up layer after layer, looking like rows of birds perched on the branches.
Even the observation deck not far away was packed with spectators.
Some people had even brought binoculars to watch.
Meanwhile, the opposing team had arrived.
When Wang Yi saw them, he spotted a fat guy, Yoyogi, and Wukong.
They were supposedly the strongest streetball players in Japan right now.
The Japanese spectators all watched Wang Yi's face, hoping to catch a look of surprise.
Even a hint of surprise would have given them a sense of accomplishment.
But they saw no surprise at all. Instead, Wang Yi looked as if he'd expected this.
In fact, he had.
Given their countrymen's usual shamelessness, there was no way their so-called strongest team would consist of just the Yoyogi Team. They'd certainly put their three best players together. Wang Yi wouldn't even have been surprised if they'd brought in professional players.
Unable to get the reaction they wanted from Wang Yi, the spectators turned their attention to his teammates.
They recognized Shen Yanchao.
After all, Shen Yanchao had won silver in both the 100-meter and 200-meter sprints.
But they all knew he was a professional sprinter.
That put their minds somewhat at ease.
Then they looked