Phil Jackson wasn't surprised that this young player from China could handle Edwards's different defensive styles. Plenty of young players had that ability.
What surprised him was this:
The young player from China had changed his approach on offense.
A moment ago, when he clearly had a chance to shoot, he hadn't taken it. Instead, he'd suddenly chosen to shoot from the side closer to Wemby.
That was obviously the riskier side to attack.
After all, Wemby's talent was even more outrageous than Antetokounmpo's.
And yet, under those conditions, he'd handled things with composure and made such a beautiful pass, allowing Pang Bo to finish with an easy dunk beneath the basket.
That absolutely wasn't a strategy the young player could have come up with on the fly.
There had to be a master behind him.
Phil Jackson had just glanced over at China Team's bench.
He was certain that master wasn't sitting there.
He'd studied China Team's coaches, and none of them could react so quickly during a game. None of them would have been able to make an adjustment first, right after Shan He had just hit three shots in a row.
Then he turned back to Wang Yi on the court.
That master had to be Wang Yi.
Only Wang Yi had seen the thinking and habits of so many NBA coaches. Only Wang Yi had studied every NBA coach.
He hadn't just studied their tactical habits; he'd even researched their lives and the people around them.
That was why Wang Yi had been able to anticipate his adjustment and make one of his own first.
That was what had made his adjustment just now come to nothing.
It was like throwing a punch into cotton.
At the thought, Phil Jackson, who had always seemed calm as