Wang Yi had thought Huang Rixin's physical gifts were only slightly better than Wang Liang's, while he lacked Wang Liang's work ethic. So he probably wouldn't be able to play professional basketball in the future.
But at that moment, Wang Yi changed his mind.
He felt the kid could at least hone his skills in domestic professional basketball.
The thought sparked some ideas in Wang Yi's mind.
The thoughts flashed through Wang Yi's mind in an instant. At the same time, the basketball had already left Huang Rixin's fingertips, carrying the doubts and curses of thousands of spectators, the coaches' shouts, and the students' cries.
The little basketball seemed to bear a thousand pounds of weight, all of it trying to drag it down.
Yet, supported by that shooter's instinct, the ball continued stubbornly toward the basket!
After releasing the shot, Huang Rixin seemed utterly spent. Though no one had touched him, he fell straight to the floor.
Meanwhile, at Shan Shan Ming Supermarket, the biggest supermarket in Chang'an...
In an office on the third floor...
A handsome young man with a somewhat aloof expression sat on the sofa.
It was Shan He.
He was also watching the game live.
When he saw Huang Rixin take that three-pointer—a shot everyone thought he shouldn't have taken—a flicker of excitement crossed Shan He's usually cold face.
He understood that feeling all too well.
He'd experienced it many times in previous games.
And now, at last, he began to take the Huali players seriously.
Before, even though Huali had beaten him, he'd believed Brother Yi was the one who had defeated them.
The Huali players were all ordinary in talent and ability.
As people, Shan He respected every one of them. But as players, he hadn't thought they were especially good.
Yet at