Wang Yi turned and asked little Gaddafi with a smile, "Didn't you want an autograph? Where's your stuff?"
He'd figured that by the time he finished practicing, his hands might be too sore to hold a pen, so he decided to sign first.
Little Gaddafi looked at Wang Yi's hands, tightly wrapped in bandages. "Your hands..."
Wang Yi shook his head. "Don't worry. I'm indestructible."
Little Gaddafi immediately pulled out his jersey. It was Wang Yi's number 0 jersey.
Wang Yi took out a pen and signed it.
Then the administrator beside them brought out his sneakers for Wang Yi to sign as well.
After that, Wang Yi began practicing, while the three members of the Gaddafi family once again helped retrieve the balls.
Wang Yi kept punching the basketball, over and over.
As he hit the ball, he gradually began to get the hang of it.
Hitting a curveball wasn't just a matter of throwing a punch. He had to use the motion of turning his body to bring his whole body's strength into the punch.
This way of generating power was somewhat similar to the Inch Punch.
The power came from the waist, traveled through the back and into the arm, then finally reached the fist.
He had to unleash that punch with all the strength gathered from his entire body.
The basketball would then fly through the air at incredible speed.
Once he'd built up to maximum speed, Wang Yi began trying to hit different parts of the basketball to make it spin dramatically.
Of course, when he hit the ball in different places, it was easy for it to veer off course.
It never seemed to fly along the path he intended.
Through repeated attempts, Wang Yi eventually found the right trajectory.
Finally, sometime after his