When Su Yiyi heard Wang Yi's words, she turned to glance at his nearly flawless profile, admiring him even more.
Brother Yi had seen through the opponent's weakness in such a short time. He really was a high-level coach.
Soon, both teams returned to the court.
Coach Shi was feeling a little worried. He'd seen Wang Yi rile up the players just now, and knew he'd been trying to wake them up. If they got fired up, the game could take another turn.
But after the first possession, he felt a little more at ease.
On the very first possession back, somehow, Wang Yi had set things up so one of their guards—well, all five players on the court were about the same height, so who knew which one was the guard? Anyway, one of the Huali players—drove inside and went straight at Dazhuang, only to have the ball swatted away by him again.
Coach Shi couldn't help glancing over at Wang Yi.
Was that really how Wang Yi had drawn things up during the timeout?
That didn't seem like Wang Yi's usual level.
But he soon got to see what Wang Yi was capable of.
On Huali's next defensive possession, the Yuying guard brought the ball up and lobbed it inside to Dazhuang. Dazhuang tried to turn and go up for a shot, but after spinning twice, he still couldn't get around his defender.
Dazhuang was strong, but at least two players blocked his path whenever he tried to turn, making it hard for him to get around them. With no other choice, he had to turn the other way and shoot.
Turning to his left, Dazhuang could only manage a shot with his left hand, which wasn't his strong hand.
The shot missed.
Fortunately, Dazhuang could jump, and