Though Frank hadn't stood directly in Wang Yi's path, so in that respect, he hadn't committed a foul,
Wang Yi had put a little force into his left shoulder to squeeze past Frank and bumped him in the chest. From that angle, Wang Yi could be called for a foul.
It all depended on how the referee called it in real time.
During the split-second of a drive, many calls were made on instinct.
Besides, Frank had fallen entirely because of the force Wang Yi put into him. It hadn't looked like a fake fall at all.
So in a real game, there was a 50 percent chance the referee would call an offensive foul on Wang Yi.
In a close game, a 50 percent chance was more than enough.
Wang Yi nodded. "Yeah, not bad. Looks like you're not only blessed with incredible physical gifts, but you've also got excellent basketball IQ."
Frank looked delighted to receive such praise from his leader.
"Thanks, boss. You're the one who discovered my talent."
Wang Yi continued, "You can't master fake falls overnight. You'll need to practice and get a feel for them in real games. Once you've got it down, your defense will make the league's stars miserable."
"But you'll also have to be ready to take some abuse. If you fall too many times in a game, plenty of fans will call you a flopper and a softie, even if every fall is genuine. Are you ready to put up with all that?"
Frank nodded firmly, making his resolve clear. "Yeah, boss. A man has to be able to take it."
There was nothing wrong with what he said.
But why did the way Frank spoke always sound so feminine to Wang Yi?
Wang Yi practiced with Frank for over