When the giant screen displayed both teams' starting lineups, Doncic, standing beside Wang Yi, pointed at the U.S. stars' starting lineup and asked him, "Look at this lineup. Are you scared?"
Wang Yi glanced up.
Morant, Antetokounmpo, Wemby, Jalen Green, and Arthur—every one of them was said to be among the top six players in the league this season.
Now look at the international stars. Aside from Wang Yi himself, who was indisputably ranked number one, the rest, like Doncic and Jokic, were around tenth in the rankings this season.
As for Ingram and DeRozan, they were ranked outside the top twenty.
If you left Wang Yi, the absolute game-breaking player, out of the equation, the other four starters were more than a tier below their opponents.
But Wang Yi only glanced at the lineup before smiling. "Every single one of those five has been dominated by me. So what if all five of them come at me together?"
Doncic patted Wang Yi on the shoulder. "That's the spirit!"
Jokic came over and rested a hand on Doncic's shoulder. "I've got an idea. What do you think?"
077 finished tying his shoes and asked, "What is it?"
Jokic said, "You're good at passing, and so am I. Wang Yi's best at scoring. So how about the two of us feed him the ball this game?"
Doncic grinned. "Great idea! With Wang Yi as our scoring machine, I bet my assists will skyrocket!"
Seeing that, Ingram and DeRozan chimed in, too. "In that case, we'll all help Wang Yi score! We'll take care of the dirty work."
Wang Yi looked at the other four. "Thanks!"
Ingram shook his head. "You don't have to thank us. If we international players want to win, the only way is to give you the ball