Yang Yi then changed tack:
"But things are different from the NBA now. Team America has elite resources at its disposal, and a Master of Court Control like King Arthur. It'll be very, very difficult for China Team to win this game."
Director Zhang nodded. "That's right. It'll be tough to win, but we still choose to believe in Wang Yi."
On the court, after Team America scored on that fast break, China Team went on the attack again.
Wang Yi took the ball in the backcourt once more. After drawing a double-team, he passed it to Shan He.
Then Wang Yi sprinted toward the frontcourt.
Edwards and Aleksandar had learned their lesson from Wang Yi. They both figured he was about to race upcourt and get the ball.
So the two of them hurried to pin Wang Yi down in the backcourt, even though he didn't have the ball.
But this time, Wang Yi didn't race upcourt at full speed. After two steps, he suddenly stopped.
The other two stopped with him. Just then, Wang Yi accelerated again, and they hurried to match his pace.
But Wang Yi stopped once more.
The two could only stop again as well.
Back and forth, the three of them wasted a lot of time in the backcourt. By now, Shan He had already made it to the frontcourt.
China Team had a four-on-three advantage up front.
And that was exactly what Wang Yi wanted.
Shan He was wide open as he reached the three-point line. He glanced at King Arthur.
King Arthur knew Shan He was a rookie.
So he had no intention of rushing out to guard him.
After all, in his eyes, Zhang Yu was far more dangerous than Shan He, and he needed to keep a close eye on