Thinking of this, Rukawa picked up the ball with one hand and tossed it to Wang Yi, then quickly moved to the three-point line to defend him.
Wang Yi smiled warmly at Rukawa and asked,
"Are you ready?"
Rukawa glared at Wang Yi without replying.
At the same time, he watched Wang Yi's shoulders intently, giving him no chance to break through.
But Wang Yi casually turned to the crowd and asked, "Are you ready?"
The spectators immediately waved at Wang Yi and cursed him. "Quit your damn yapping!"
"I'd love to rip that guy's mouth off!"
"If you're gonna play, then play! If not, get lost! What are you running your mouth for?"
Seeing the crowd curse him, Wang Yi nodded in satisfaction. "Go on, keep shouting. The louder you get, the more excited I get. Hahahaha."
Then he turned back to face Rukawa himself.
He cradled the ball in his left hand and pushed it with his right.
From a spot three meters behind the three-point line, he launched the shot.
The spectators were all startled, and Rukawa was just as shocked.
No one had expected the Flower Monk to dare shoot a three from three meters behind the line.
After his initial shock, Rukawa hurriedly turned to go for the rebound.
But Wang Yi simply turned around with his back to the basket and raised his right hand, holding up three fingers.
At the same time, the ball slammed into the backboard with a heavy thud.
Bang!
A second sound followed immediately.
Swish!
The spectators stared at the scene, dumbfounded.
They even forgot to curse Wang Yi.
But when they saw him turn his back to the basket right after shooting, they all cursed inwardly: That damn show-off!
Show-offs get struck by lightning!
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