At the end, Wang Yi turned to Huang Rixin. "Huang Rixin, even though we've made all these defensive preparations, Shan He's offense is too strong for us to leave unanswered on our end. How do we respond? Aside from fast breaks, your three-point shot is another important weapon."
"This could very well turn into a shootout, so your three-pointers will be crucial to our victory."
Huang Rixin replied, "Don't worry, Brother Yi. I promise I'll get the job done!"
After the previous game, Huang Rixin had regained his confidence.
Especially when his shot wasn't falling, he now knew how to get his touch back.
So when he answered Wang Yi, he sounded completely sure of himself.
Modern basketball couldn't work without three-pointers.
Every team needed at least two or three three-point shooters.
At the moment, Team Three had only one: Huang Rixin. Wang Yi had no choice but to place the entire burden of their three-point shooting on his shoulders.
Then Wang Yi focused on the drills they would need for the game.
He had Zhao Zilong, who was skilled at driving to the basket, imitate Shan He's offense while the other players defended him aggressively.
On offense, they also stopped limiting the fast breaks to the five starters.
Sometimes he would take one player out and put Wang Liang in, then have the five of them practice fast-break plays.
Other times, he would take Wang Liang out and put in three different players to practice their fast breaks.
Their fast breaks didn't need to be polished. They just needed to be fast.
As long as they were quick enough, it didn't matter if they missed the shot or even turned the ball over.
After the targeted drills, Wang Yi sat down to rest on a bench by the court.