The dozen or so coaches from Huali in the stands all furrowed their brows when they saw this.
Coach Li turned to Wang Jianhua and asked, "Old Wang, what do you think of the lineup your son just put out?"
Under normal circumstances, Wang Jianhua and the others would have joked around or argued with each other.
But at such a critical moment, everyone was on edge, and Wang Jianhua wasn't in the mood to joke with him.
He could only shake his head. "It's too risky. They've never played together before. They have no chemistry."
Principal Xu shook his head helplessly. "I can't take this. From now on, I'll have to keep fast-acting heart medication on hand whenever I watch Wang Yi play, or my old heart condition will flare up."
Some of the knowledgeable viewers in the livestream chat started voicing their doubts too:
"Brother Yi, what kind of lineup is this? Are you trying to throw away everything the team has fought for all game?"
"Come on, Brother Yi. You need to remember that you're leading a team, not playing on the court by yourself. I trust you to do whatever you want when you're out there, but these players don't have superpowers like you."
Some fans pushed back:
"Do you really think you can figure out what Brother Yi is thinking? Just learn from him."
"Anyway, I believe in Brother Yi. Nothing can go wrong with him around."
"Bottom line, just trust Brother Yi no matter what."
The fans who thought they knew basketball sneered at them. "Do you even understand the game?"
"A bunch of clueless brain-dead fanboys."
"If you don't know basketball, stop wasting electricity."
But those so-called knowledgeable fans were immediately swarmed by other viewers.
"You're the only one who knows basketball, huh?