The Lama kept crossing over, then suddenly drove left.
After shaking Wang Yi to the left, he switched the ball behind his back and moved to the right, trying to break through that way. But Wang Yi's lateral speed was no match for an ordinary player's. He slid one step to the right and blocked the Lama's path again.
The Lama tried one move after another—spins, crossovers, Buddha Moves—but he still couldn't get past Wang Yi.
He was astonished.
Is this how the world's top NBA players defend?
After dribbling for a full twenty seconds or so and still failing to get past Wang Yi, he had no choice but to turn and shoot.
Wang Yi was tall with long arms, so the Lama worried he'd get blocked. He made an especially wide turn as he shot.
Wang Yi merely raised a hand halfheartedly, without making a serious effort to block him.
Generally speaking, players at pickup games in remote places like this weren't very good shooters.
Especially on a wide, off-balance turnaround jumper like that—nine times out of ten, the shot would be way off.
But to Wang Yi's surprise, the Lama had a remarkably soft touch.
The ball arced over his head and slipped into the hoop as smoothly as a loach gliding into water.
"Nice shot!"
"Beautiful!"
The spectators around them cheered.
Wang Yi nodded at the Lama, too. "Nice shot."
Under the local rules, a made basket didn't change possession. The team that scored kept the ball and continued attacking.
The three Lamas attacked again.
Wang Yaoxue knew he wasn't very good, so he held out his hand for the ball. "I'm not much of a player. I can only check the ball in."
The Lama who had scored passed the ball to Wang Yaoxue.
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