Zhang Qi dribbled out to the three-point line, turned, and launched the ball toward the hoop.
Yu Bin hurriedly wrapped both arms around Wang Yi's arm to stop him from jumping.
But even without jumping, Wang Yi was taller than everyone else, with a longer reach.
He simply stood where he was, stretched out his arm, rose onto his toes, and grabbed the ball. Then he casually shot it one-handed.
The moment Wang Yi scored, Yu Bin lost his balance and plopped down on the floor, panting hard.
He took off his glasses with his left hand, wiped the sweat from his face with his jersey, put them back on, and continued panting. "You're a beast... an absolute beast!"
For the next play, Wang Yi let Zhang Qi take charge.
Yu Bin was clinging to his left arm, Zhang Lei and Zhang Guoqing were crowding him on the right, and Chen Ming was eyeing him from nearby. Wang Yi could only call out to Zhang Qi, "Shoot!"
Seeing that Wang Yi couldn't break free to take the ball, Zhang Qi had no choice but to shoot.
Thump—
The ball missed.
But just then, Wang Yi wrenched himself free of Yu Bin and jumped. He grabbed the ball in midair and laid it in.
The two sides traded offense and defense from there, eventually reaching a 4–4 tie.
Nobody had expected a friendly game between friends to go all the way to the final ball of the seventh game, with the winner decided by a single shot.
Wang Yi's side had possession. After passing the ball to Zhang Qi, Wang Yi moved under the basket.
He pointed at the hoop. "Your turn."
This time, Zhang Qi didn't hesitate. He shot from mid-range, but his aim was still a little off, and