They couldn't shut the other team out this round.
After all, in the first round, the other team had simply been stunned by Wang Yi's opening attack. So even when they got open looks, they couldn't make them.
But they were still streetball experts, and the Hou Yi Team was still playing two against three. They were bound to get some open looks.
You couldn't expect them to miss every shot.
Still, the two or three baskets they made were a drop in the bucket.
They couldn't stop Wang Yi's three-point barrage.
He went seven for eight from beyond the arc this round.
And one for one on two-pointers.
He was firing on all cylinders.
The spectators in the stands had seen their home team make three two-pointers, but none of them could bring themselves to celebrate.
Because whether they looked at the momentum or the action on the court, they couldn't see the slightest hope that Yoyogi could win.
And the other team was playing two against three.
On top of that, Wang Yi's teammate was obviously no better than an ordinary pickup player.
And they were still getting crushed.
It really gave the crowd no reason to hope.
Most importantly, Wang Yi was clearly going out of his way to shoot threes. Almost every shot he took was from beyond the arc.
At that moment, some sharp-eyed Japanese spectators noticed something.
"Damn it! He scored 23 points in the first round, and now he's scored 23 again in the second! When he got to 20 points, he could've won the round with just one more point, but he insisted on shooting a three. He's doing it on purpose!"
"That's infuriating! Can't anyone stop him?"
"He's absolutely the person I hate most in my entire life. No contest."
Meanwhile,