Coach Shi was quite puzzled by Huali's starting five. He couldn't help glancing over at Wang Yi on the sidelines. Wang Yi sat in his chair on the bench, arms folded, calmly watching the game.
He looked confident.
That made Coach Shi uneasy.
Did those five players have some special talent?
While he was still wondering, the players from both teams gathered at center court for the jump ball.
Yuying Middle School's center was 1.87 meters tall.
He lined up to jump against Zhang Fei from Huali.
Zhang Fei simply gave up, and the other player won the tip with ease.
The students from Yuying Middle School all laughed.
Even the organizing committee's representative smiled and shook his head. "I really don't understand what Wang Yi's trying to pull. Is this the Death Lineup? Because your Death Lineup is way too small."
Yuying advanced the ball to the frontcourt and easily passed it to their center under the basket. The center barely bothered with a fake—he simply turned and gently laid the ball in.
The five Huali players had looked completely disorganized on defense.
They had barely made any impact at all.
Now it was Huali's turn to attack.
Guan Guan dribbled past half court and saw the other team had already set up on defense, so he planned to break through with quick passes.
He passed to Zhang Fei at high speed, and Zhang Fei immediately passed to Huang Ritian.
Huang Ritian had no chance to shoot, so he quickly passed to Classmate Ma, whose nickname was Little Brother Ma.
Little Brother Ma had no chance to shoot either, so he could only pass to Classmate Zhao, whose nickname was Zilong.
They were trying to give Zhao Zilong a chance to use his excellent ball-handling skills to drive into