Wang Liang didn't just work hard on defense; he also copied Beverley's approach, constantly talking trash:
"Is ten points all you've got? If you've got what it takes, score another one on me!"
Shan He had always been proud. Now, seeing someone more than ten centimeters shorter than him provoking him like this, how could he stand for it?
So he ignored his coach's instructions to pass to a teammate or run a Pick and Roll. Instead, he lowered his body and shoved past Wang Liang with his shoulder, driving straight inside the three-point line.
With several defenders waiting in the paint, he tilted his head and twisted his body, forcing the ball into the basket with a hook shot.
Then he turned to look at Wang Liang.
Wang Liang ignored him. He grabbed the ball under the basket, jumped out of bounds, and quickly inbounded it.
After passing the ball across half court, Wang Liang put everything he had into sprinting toward the other end.
Since he'd come in as a substitute and was the shortest player on the court, nobody paid much attention to him. So when he sped down the court, no one even bothered to chase him.
In the end, Wang Liang got a wide-open layup.
Zhao Zilong passed to Wang Liang. Wang Liang caught the ball and went up to shoot, but Shan He came chasing from behind to block him.
In midair, Wang Liang pulled the ball back slightly, switched direction, and shot from the right.
As soon as the ball went in, the crowd erupted in cheers.
Wang Liang's fans saw his beautiful shot and flooded the screen with "666."
After scoring, Wang Liang turned to look at Shan He. He held out his right hand, then quickly lowered it.
He brought it