Wang Yi nodded and snapped his fingers. "Smart!"
After a moment's thought, Wang Liang said, "Brother Yi, facing a team that's supposedly without weaknesses, what we're doing is actually creating a weakness for them. Or, you could say we're exploiting human nature to beat them?"
Wang Yi snapped his fingers again. "Exactly!"
"But several coaches have already tried this and proved it doesn't work," Wang Liang said. "Yude Middle School is the kind of team that doesn't get complacent when they're ahead. Once they gain an advantage, they keep extending it until they beat their opponents. They don't ease up just because they're in the lead."
Wang Yi shook his head. "First of all, people are bound to relax more when they're ahead than when they're behind. No one can avoid that."
"Second, those coaches failed because they weren't careful enough and let the other team widen the lead, or because they tried to make their comeback too early and their opponents saw it coming."
Guan Guan spoke up again. "But, Brother Yi, once Mingde Middle School takes the lead, it's very hard to beat them. This year, they haven't lost a single game after taking the lead. Over the past two years, whenever they've taken the lead, they've been extremely likely to win. I think their win rate is over 95%."
Those statistics really were terrifying—almost crazy. The players all looked at Wang Yi with concern, but he just smiled and said:
"Those statistics are terrifying, sure. But they're also their weakness."
Everyone was even more confused. How could such terrifying statistics be a weakness?
It was like someone winning nine out of ten one-on-one games—a 90% win rate—and then you told him that his high win rate was exactly his weakness. That made no sense at all.
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