The head coach looked at Wang Shiyu, then turned to Wang Yi, thinking of the heart-stopping Finals that had ended not long ago.
At last, he understood how the head coach must have felt.
He was only an amateur kindergarten coach, nowhere near the level of an NBA head coach, but their situations were much the same.
As long as you had a Maxed-out character, you could leave anything to him to handle.
Whenever the team found itself in serious trouble, the Maxed-out character would step up and create a solution.
Whenever things weren't going well, all you had to do was say, "Give the ball to the Maxed-out character," and he'd naturally sort everything out. It really was a wonderful feeling.
Nicole hugged Wang Shiyu with concern. "Xiao Yu, take a break. Don't push yourself so hard in the second half."
Wang Shiyu shook his head. Beads of sweat rolled down his face. Even after he wiped them away with a towel, they quickly welled up again.
He told Nicole, "Mom, don't worry. I'm fine."
Meanwhile, Wang Shiying sat to the side with her little lips pursed, looking like she was sulking.
Her touch had been terrible today. She hadn't made a single shot.
For Wang Shiying, who had shot so well in the previous games, it was a serious blow.
Wang Yi put an arm around Wang Shiying's little shoulder. "I told you, after you draw the defense, try passing the ball first. Once you've calmed down, you can shoot."
Wang Shiying still said nothing, her lips pursed.
Wang Yi held her shoulder. "I know you like being a shooter. A shooter's job is to put the ball in the basket. Even if you miss your first 100 shots, you still need the courage to take the 101st.