On the basketball court in front of the Wang Family Village committee building.
Wang Yi stood inside the tiny circle drawn in chalk. When he saw Shiraha Otoko's shot, a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
It seemed Shiraha Otoko had let the prospect of profit cloud his judgment.
If he'd played it a little safer just now, beating him might not have been so easy.
But now that he'd made that shot, the game was all but settled.
After roaring, Shiraha Otoko showed off his muscles to the spectators on the sidelines, then bent down to pick up the ball.
He walked to a spot one step beyond the three-point line and handed the ball to Wang Yi face-to-face, putting it into play.
With the ball in hand, Wang Yi faced Shiraha Otoko and gently rose onto his toes.
He borrowed just a little force, sending it from his toes through his Achilles tendons, then his calves, knees, thighs, hips, waist, back, shoulders, and upper and lower arms.
Once the force reached his forearms, he needed precise control from his wrists.
Shiraha Otoko hurriedly jumped to block him, but he was a little too late. The ball had already left Wang Yi's hands.
Everyone watched Wang Yi shoot without even jumping, and they were all astonished.
He could shoot from two steps beyond the three-point line without jumping? How much arm strength did that take?
How strong did his core have to be?
The truth was, Wang Yi did want to jump.
If he could jump, there was no way the Japanese man would be able to block him.
But the circle his daughter had drawn was indeed a little too small. It barely had room for both his feet, and if he jumped and landed,