So Wang Yi's defensive strategy was to retreat straight to the basket.
"If you want to shoot, go ahead. But if you try to drive in for a layup, you'd better be ready to get blocked."
Wang Yi also called out to Zhang Qi, "Go guard Zhang Guoqing. Don't worry about the others."
Zhang Qi stared at him in disbelief. "Hey, man, just say it if you want me dead. Guarding Zhuangzhuang? How's that any different from sending me to my death?"
Zhang Qi was only about 1.7 meters tall and weighed somewhere between 110 and 120 pounds.
Zhang Guoqing was 1.8 meters tall. He'd already weighed 160 pounds back in school, and now he was over 190.
There was no way Zhang Qi could guard him.
"Relax," Wang Yi said. "I'm under the basket, so he won't dare drive in. Just focus on guarding his shot."
Chen Ming, Zhang Lei, and Yu Bin all shot Wang Yi reproachful looks.
"What do you mean, don't worry about us three? Am I really that useless?"
Wang Yi waved a hand and pointed at Yu Bin. "Sorry, I'm not picking on you. I mean everyone here... is trash!"
"Fuck you!"
"You're asking for it!"
"I'll beat the shit out of you!"
As they talked, Zhang Guoqing had already started his attack.
Facing Zhang Qi, he used his body to muscle his way to the free-throw line, then gathered the ball and came to an abrupt stop.
He rose for a jump shot.
Despite playing center, Zhang Guoqing had a very steady jumper.
Back in school, Wang Yi's shot hadn't been reliable yet, while Zhang Guoqing had the steadiest shot in the class.
There was nothing flashy about his jumper. He didn't fade away, but the moment he rose and released the ball,