In fact, Wang Yi exerted force with his left hand at that moment.
So although his right wrist had been hit, it did not affect his shot much.
With a gentle push from his left hand, he still sent the ball into the basket.
At the same time, the referee's whistle sounded.
2+1!
Juan had been baited into a foul as well.
Wang Yi's intention was obvious.
Since Akur had committed a foul in such a short time, Juan should not expect to have it easy either.
Although Wang Yi had lost his explosive power, his experience remained.
If he wanted to bait a foul, no one could avoid it.
And when he baited fouls, even the current rules could do nothing about him.
Today's basketball rules encouraged contact and defense, so under normal circumstances, if you deliberately tried to bait a foul, the referee would not call it.
But no matter how much contact and defense were encouraged, hitting someone's hand still had to be called, right?
Did you hit his hand on that play?
You did. Then it had to be called a foul.
Juan's heart tightened slightly. He could clearly tell that Wang Yi had deliberately baited him into that foul.
And he thought of Wemby.
Whenever Wemby had faced Wang Yi's team in the past, Wang Yi had always baited him into fouls, making him miserable.
If Wang Yi wanted him to sit on the bench for minutes, then he had to sit for minutes.
Could it be...?
Thinking of this, Juan wavered a little.
If Wang Yi had wanted to go at him head-on, Juan could have simply rolled up his sleeves and fought back.
But now Wang Yi had brought out his foul-baiting tactics.
What was he supposed to do?
While Juan was wavering,