After the Raptors inbounded the ball, Zhang Jiacheng dribbled upcourt.
As he advanced, Bryce kept up the defensive pressure, making physical contact again and again.
Unlike other point guards, Zhang Jiacheng couldn't dribble with both hands. He only had one, so when Bryce bumped him, it didn't take much for him to lose control and cough up the ball.
Connie Connie, who had been ready and waiting nearby, pounced the moment Zhang Jiacheng lost it, scooped up the ball, and charged downcourt.
Wang Yi had hustled back and gotten in front of Connie Connie, but Connie Connie dished the ball to Bryce, waiting beyond the three-point line on the left wing.
Bryce caught the pass and released in one smooth motion.
Swish!
Another three!
The lead was down to four.
Zhang Jiacheng furrowed his brow, looking grim. That turnover had been his fault.
That was the NBA. No one was going to feel sorry for you because you were missing an arm.
In fact, a lot of the time, they'd target you specifically because you were missing an arm.
Seeing this, Wang Yi came over and patted Zhang Jiacheng on the shoulder. "It's all right. Keep at it! Once you get across the three-point line this time, look for a chance to pass me the ball!"
The lead had been cut to four. It was time for him to show a little of what he could do.
As for why Wang Yi himself wasn't bringing the ball up and was still letting Zhang Jiacheng do it, it was because Zhang Jiacheng had just turned the ball over.
Wang Yi was worried that taking over the ball right away would hurt Zhang Jiacheng's confidence.
Meanwhile, at the sideline, Stephen A. Smith watched Bryce sink two threes in a row, cutting a