At that moment, Wemby leaped with all his might.
He stood 2.24 meters tall, with a 2.44-meter wingspan.
And he could jump, too.
Most of the time, when you saw him dunk, he only had to rise onto his toes.
But when he jumped with all his might, his head was already level with the rim.
In that position, with both arms raised, his hands reached more than two-thirds of the way up the backboard.
No one could dunk over a defender like that.
Even those who had once claimed they could touch the top of the backboard, like Howard and Wolf King Garnett, couldn't possibly dunk over him.
As for Wang Yi, of course he couldn't dunk over him either.
After all, he was almost 30 centimeters shorter than Wemby. Pulling off a dunk over him in that situation would be ridiculous.
This was nonfiction, not a wish-fulfillment novel.
But now Wang Yi was planting both feet in front of Wemby and leaping at full speed, looking as though he was about to dunk right over him.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat.
Could he really dunk it?
Wasn't he going to get blocked?
The moment Wang Yi jumped, before he had even reached his peak, he had already raised the ball over his head, making it look as if he was going straight for the dunk.
Wemby held both arms straight up and made a volleyball-style block.
He was determined to swat the ball away.
But in the next instant, Wang Yi pulled the ball back with both hands, then nudged it forward from beneath Wemby's armpit.
Wemby's heart sank. No good. He's faking the dunk and is actually going to shoot a floater behind me.
He immediately brought his left arm down, ready to use it to block