Wang Yi wasn't satisfied with merely limiting Morant's shooting percentage to 10%.
He wanted it lower.
0%!
Thinking of this, Wang Yi looked at Morant with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Morant suddenly shivered as he stepped onto the court and sneezed loudly.
"Ah—choo!"
At the same time, he felt as if a pair of lecherous eyes were watching him from the darkness.
The gaze sent a chill down his spine.
He turned to look and, sure enough, saw Wang Yi's cold gaze and playful smile.
Morant couldn't help but tense up again.
Wang Yi had given Morant nightmares on several occasions, so whenever Morant saw that look in his eyes, he knew Wang Yi was definitely up to no good.
At the referee's whistle, the second half began.
The Grizzlies had the first possession.
After the Grizzlies inbounded from the backcourt, Morant took the ball and prepared to bring it up.
But the moment he got the ball, Wang Yi spread his arms and stood directly in front of him.
Full-court pressure!
Wang Yi's positioning left Morant no room to dribble.
Morant had no choice but to step back with his right foot, hoping to create enough space to dribble.
But as soon as he stepped back, Wang Yi stepped forward.
He drove Morant all the way to the baseline.
The two were face-to-face, nearly nose-to-nose, on the verge of touching.
The scene looked rather intimate.
With no other choice, Morant quickly swayed from side to side, trying to find a little space to dribble the ball out.
But Wang Yi was now waving his long arms, completely smothering Morant. With the baseline behind him, Morant could hardly find any room to dribble.
Xiao Qiao hurried over to help.
Morant clutched the ball tightly with both hands,