Wang Yi sensed the double-team coming, so after gathering the ball, he didn't fake left or right, nor did he jump straight up. Instead, as he turned to face the basket, he jumped backward.
He released the ball as he jumped back, before the double-team had fully closed in. And the Little Prince of Mid-Range couldn't block his shot from there.
Of course, it was a very difficult shot.
He had to control the force of his backward jump and balance it against the force of his shot.
The ball traced a very high arc through the air.
Then it dropped almost vertically into the basket.
The net barely moved.
The spectators farther from the court couldn't even tell whether the shot had gone in. Only when they saw the replay on the big screen did they realize it had.
As he headed back, Wang Yi shook his head at the Little Prince of Mid-Range.
"A son can never measure up to his dad."
The Little Prince of Mid-Range clenched his fists and roared, "Fine! Then let's see who's the daddy!"
A faint smile appeared on Wang Yi's face.
That was young people for you. It didn't take much to rile them up.
That was why young teams were always making one mistake after another.
For a clever player with high Basketball IQ like him, there were simply too many ways to handle a young team.
As Wang Yi retreated on defense, he patted Mane on the shoulder. "Xiao Ma, they can't stop me with a regular double-team. They'll ramp it up and stick to me like glue. When that happens, get ready to cut to the basket. As long as you can cut in, I'll get the ball to you."
Mane's eyes lit up at Wang Yi's words.
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