Wang Shiyu nodded.
At that moment, the camera in Xu Jingyu's livestream and the livestream of a Japanese influencer both focused on Wang Shiyu and Shiraha Otoko on the court.
Although Wang Shiyu was only ten years old, he had already grown to 1.7 meters tall.
Shiraha Otoko stood over 1.8 meters tall, half a head taller than Wang Shiyu.
All the viewers in both livestreams watched Wang Shiyu and Shiraha Otoko on camera.
For the Chinese viewers, this would be Wang Shiyu's ultimate showdown at Yoyogi.
If he could win this game, then China—whether in professional basketball or street basketball—would be able to stomp Japan into the ground. What could feel better than that?
For Japanese street basketball, this was a battle for honor.
If they lost this game, Japanese street basketball would be utterly disgraced.
From then on, they would never be able to hold their heads up again against Chinese streetball.
Wang Yi had returned to China by then. As he watched Xu Jingyu's livestream on TV, his palms were so sweaty they were practically dripping.
He had never been nervous during his own games. The stronger the opponent and the more important the game, the more excited he usually got.
But watching his son play in this crucial game, he was unusually nervous.
Beside him, Wang Yi's mother was so tense that her voice trembled as she asked, "Do you think Xiao Yu can win?"
Though Wang Yi was nervous inside, he still forced himself to say, "Don't worry, Mom. I taught Xiao Yu myself. He won't lose."
But even after he said that, his mother was still so nervous that her hand trembled as she poured the water.
Wang Yi poured her a glass of water and helped her sit down. "Mom, have some water.