In fact, the reason he'd been so quick was that it had all been part of Wang's plan from the start.
When Wang had called Pang Bo over to set up the play, he'd already anticipated that an opportunity would open up for Dauding.
But with an opening in front of Dauding, he could only drive to the basket.
And if he drove, Bond might well leap back over and disrupt him.
Rather than risk that, Wang had decided to steal the ball himself.
As for why he hadn't told his teammates beforehand, first, it had been a spur-of-the-moment plan, and there hadn't been time to communicate.
Second, if even his teammates had been fooled by the plan, how could he expect the opponents not to fall for it?
But then something unexpected happened.
When Wang caught the ball in midair and landed, he meant to turn and shoot immediately. But as he turned, his right foot came down on a drop of sweat.
With a sharp squeak, his right foot slipped, and his right knee hit the floor.
"Oh—"
The crowd gasped again.
By the time he got back to his feet, Bond and Tures had already rushed over, completely walling him off in front.
Bond stood a full 2.21 meters tall, while Wang was 1.92 meters—nearly 30 centimeters shorter.
And they were near the right side of the key.
With the defense closing in like that, most guards wouldn't even be able to get a shot off. Their only option would be to dribble back out.
But there was no time left for that. The shot clock showed just 1.5 seconds.
Just then, Wang bent both knees, pushed off hard with both feet, and leapt backward.
As he jumped, he leaned far back.
His body formed an angle