During halftime, those old coaches started taking digs at Wang Jianhua again.
"If you can't do it, put in the second string, Old Wang. You can use your second string, and your son can put in their third string. Then you can see who's better."
"One zone defense and you're already in over your head. Jianhua, you've really made something of yourself."
Wang Jianhua still ignored them. He only stressed this to his players:
"Start the second half by testing your three-pointers. If you've got a good touch from beyond the arc, use threes to break their zone. If your shots aren't falling, we'll think of something else!"
As Wang Yi came off the court, he high-fived each of the five players and encouraged them.
"That steal just now was awesome!"
"Your hustle has been great today. Keep it up!"
"Nice work. Your effort on the court today showed me why I should take you to play in a game!"
He encouraged all five players one by one, saying something different to each of them. Every word made them more excited and doubled their enthusiasm. They could hardly wait to get back on the court and start the second half.
At that moment, Classmate Guan, standing beside Wang Yi, asked, "Brother Yi, what if they put in their second string in the second half?"
Classmate Zhao added, "Their first team has always crushed our third team. We're up by four at halftime this time, so they definitely won't take it lying down. They'll come roaring back in the second half. What should we do, Brother Yi?"
Wang Yi smiled. "We'll deal with whatever comes. I'll have a plan when the time comes."
The players all felt reassured.
Since Brother Yi said he'd have a plan, what was there to