Xu Jingyu watched from where he was and felt completely confident in Wang Yi.
"The audience is right. For anyone else, this looks like a game they're bound to lose. But don't forget, just a few minutes ago, Brother Yi won a game that looked unwinnable. So what seems like a sure loss to everyone else might not be one for Brother Yi."
"So let's have faith in Brother Yi and see what he does next."
The Japanese guy on the court had seen Wang Yi sink the three, but he wasn't worried at all.
He even wore a smile as he crouched down to pick up the ball and toss it back to Wang Yi, then walked beyond the three-point line to wait for Wang Yi to pass it to him.
He'd also thought things through carefully.
He was worried that Wang Yi might snatch the ball right back as soon as he passed it over—after all, Wang Yi had stolen the ball from plenty of people in the NBA—so this time he stood a full two meters away.
No matter what, Wang Yi couldn't reach the ball after passing it to him. Wang Yi's arms weren't two meters long.
The spectators on the sidelines all started cursing when they saw this. "That Japanese guy's so sneaky!"
"That little bastard's a real schemer."
"It's over. As long as Brother Yi passes him the ball, he's guaranteed to make the three. Brother Yi's going to lose!"
On the sidelines.
Nicole watched Wang Yi without a hint of worry.
She knew Wang Yi too well. He never took on a challenge unless he was sure he could win.
Since he'd dared to face off against the Japanese guy and even stood inside the circle, he must have already figured out how