After making the shot, Wang Yi turned and glanced at Miyazaki Isamu.
He raised an eyebrow at him.
Miyazaki Isamu felt Wang Yi's provocation, and the Fighting Spirit he had kept suppressed burst into flame in an instant.
Then came the next possession.
Under the usual game plan, after receiving the ball, he was supposed to make a feint, draw in the defense, then pass to Hield, who would send it to the left corner for a three-pointer.
But he didn't follow the play.
He took the ball on the right wing, drove past Zhang Jiacheng, and penetrated to mid-range.
Just as Wang Yi came over to help on defense, he dribbled behind his back with his right hand, transferring the ball to his left. His body leaned left, tilting at an extreme angle.
It looked like he was definitely going to drive down the left side of the lane.
But then his left wrist hooked back, and the ball instantly came around to the right.
He pushed off with his left foot and sprang to the right.
Then he raised the ball and pulled up for a jump shot.
The fake was incredibly convincing.
He reached as far left as he could with his left hand, while leaning his upper body that way, too. No one could have imagined that he could hook the ball back in that position.
Wang Yi had studied him, but since he was a rookie, Wang Yi hadn't done much research on him. Even Wang Yi was fooled by that move.
Wang Yi went left to defend him, but Miyazaki Isamu jumped to the right. The two passed each other, opening up a distance of more than three meters in an instant.
Even with Wang Yi's speed, there was no way he could get