In Wemby's eyes, the basket was still too far away for Wang Yi to dunk over him again, so all he had to do was take away Wang Yi's shooting space.
Wang Yi made a motion as if he were going to shoot a floater.
Wemby hadn't planned to reach down and swat the ball, but with the two of them practically face-to-face, he figured he could block Wang Yi with ease. He brought both arms down.
But just then, Wang Yi suddenly pulled his hand back.
He slipped it around Wemby's descending arm in midair, reached beneath his armpit, and gently laid the ball in.
At the same time, Wemby's arm came down and struck Wang Yi's arm.
But Wang Yi had already released the ball a split second earlier, so the contact couldn't affect his shot.
The referee's whistle blew as the ball dropped through the hoop.
Wemby was once again reminded of the fear he'd felt when Wang Yi's foul baiting had ruled him.
In his first few years in the league, Wang Yi had drawn fouls on him every time they faced each other.
Almost every time he played against Wang Yi, he'd fouled out before the game was over.
It had left him feeling thoroughly frustrated.
Now, even though he'd learned to control his fouls, Wang Yi was just too crafty.
One wrong move, and he could draw a foul on him.
Wemby now understood exactly what Wang Yi's smile and words had meant.
He was coming for him.
Wang Yi stepped to the free-throw line and sank the shot with ease.
The lead shrank to five points.
The Hornets immediately launched a fast break and got to the frontcourt, where Little Prince hit a three-pointer to stretch the lead back to eight.
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