Near the end of the first half, Big Ball had twice completely gotten past Wang Yi—although Wang Yi didn't seem to be making any particular effort to stop his drives. If he'd made those two shots, he could've had his media company make a big deal out of those drives.
Something like: "Big Ball's Lightning Break! Wang Yi Can't React!"
That would've attracted a huge amount of traffic.
He'd even thought of the perfect picture to go with it: Big Ball dunking, photographed from the baseline, with Wang Yi behind him looking on in dismay.
Unfortunately, neither shot had gone in.
Of course, if he really wanted to find something to draw traffic, he could. For example, his third son hadn't scored a single point in the first half against Wang Yi's defense.
That could draw traffic too, but he couldn't bring himself to use his own son's incompetence as bait. He wasn't that shameless.
Thinking about it, he sighed. He could only hope his three sons would pull themselves together. If even one of them could manage to stand up to Wang Yi for a possession or two in the second half, there'd be money in it.
Back in the locker room, Wang Yi took off his sneakers and loosened the bandages around his ankles, giving his feet a chance to relax.
Baiyin went to the treatment room nearby to get the supplies she'd need for that day's therapy.
During halftime of previous games, Baiyin had always given Wang Yi some treatment—massage and acupuncture—to relax his muscles and help him recover his stamina quickly.
But today, Wang Yi called out to Baiyin in the treatment room. "No treatment today, Sister Bai. I feel great."
Of course he didn't need treatment. He had Infinite Stamina today.
Baiyin came out of