That made Classmate Huang, who had begun to waver, firm up his resolve.
The score was now 6–12.
Team Three was trailing by six points.
In the NBA, a six-point deficit was nothing.
But in lower-level games, where the players' skill levels were lower, the gap in the score mattered much more.
A six-point deficit among these kids was already a fairly large one.
Team Three launched another fast break. Classmate Zhang took the ball, raced down the court, and drove to the basket for a layup.
But this time, the opposing Small Forward had already been positioned farther up the court, so he managed to catch up.
He leaped high and delivered a board block, swatting the ball far away.
After bouncing, the ball headed toward the top of the three-point arc.
Four players from both teams scrambled for it there, and eventually someone tipped it outside the three-point line, at the left wing.
Classmate Huang arrived just in time.
After catching the ball, he could have dribbled forward a couple of steps to get closer to the basket before shooting. But Wang Yi's encouragement had made him resolute. He couldn't hesitate.
The kid had misunderstood. To him, dribbling forward a couple of steps would count as hesitation.
So he couldn't dribble. And in his mind, the ball had been tipped out perfectly. He was in the perfect spot and caught it at just the right moment.
The timing was perfect.
So he rose up and shot straight from beyond the three-point line.
As he released the ball, many of the spectators watching on their screens went crazy.
"Holy crap, he actually shot it!"
"This guy doesn't even see anyone else out there."
"Holy crap, this guy's insane."
As the spectators shouted, the basketball streaked like a shooting star