In just eight short minutes, Little Fatty experienced what Wang Yi had taken five years to go through.
For the first four minutes, everything he did worked, whether he was attacking or defending, as if he'd soared into the sky.
For the next four minutes, Wemby did whatever he wanted against him, whether attacking or defending, and sent him crashing into the depths.
At halftime, Team America had taken a two-point lead over China Team.
The fans who had seen Little Fatty dominate Wemby earlier were now all feeling a little down.
"What's wrong with Little Fatty? He was doing fine before, then suddenly he fell apart."
"You think Wemby is some scrub? He's the best center in the world today. Little Fatty managing to get even a slight edge over him earlier was already impressive. Now that Wemby's taking him seriously, Little Fatty's bound to suffer."
Some more extreme fans even came right out and said:
"Did Little Fatty take a bribe? Is he throwing the game?"
As the players left the court at halftime, Wemby entered the Player Tunnel, still running his mouth. "You really thought I was an easy target? I can handle a little fatty like him just fine!"
Zion and the others praised Wemby as well. "That kid had no idea what it meant to be the best center in the world. Today, he finally learned!"
On China's side, Little Fatty was feeling down.
After soaring to the highest peak, he had plunged straight into the deepest valley. It was easy to imagine how dejected he felt.
Director Gong had been through it himself, so he understood what Little Fatty was going through. He wanted to say a few words to him, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
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