Wang Yi didn't have the ball at that moment. He'd already made his way upcourt and slipped into the paint to lie in wait.
Once Little Danny dribbled upcourt, Wang Yi quickly cut through the defense, weaving around screens.
He finally received the ball outside the three-point line on the right wing.
The moment he caught it, the crowd—whose voices had already grown tired—immediately started chanting "Soft King" again.
As if they wanted to drown Wang Yi in spit.
After catching the ball, Wang Yi faked a three-pointer. That one feint sent two Hornets defenders rushing at him.
Wang Yi quickly bent low and drove straight into the paint.
During halftime, Wemby had already been warned by his coach: if Wang Yi drove at him, all he had to do was raise his arms high. He didn't need to jump.
Jumping would probably just get him called for a foul.
So he simply rose onto his toes and held his arms high.
Even so, at 2.24 meters tall with a 2.44-meter wingspan, he could shut down plenty of players by standing more than two meters in front of the rim.
But at that moment, Wang Yi came to a stop just over a meter in front of Wemby and let out a furious roar.
"Holy—"
The next instant, he shot upward as if he had springs in his feet.
Right in front of Wemby, he launched himself into the air!
Wemby's defensive positioning was clever. He knew that if he stood just in front of the rim, Wang Yi could still jump over him and dunk. So he had positioned himself two meters in front of the basket.
That way, even if Wang Yi jumped, Wemby would be between him and the rim, and Wang Yi's arm wouldn't be able