The Floor General Was the Perfect Counter to the Villain

When Wang Yi drove toward Doug Lambier for a layup, every Kings fan held their breath for him.

On the sideline, Nicole clasped her hands tightly, feeling as if she could hardly breathe.

Wang Yi didn't look like an athlete. He looked more like a member of a suicide squad.

No one knew whether he'd come out of this alive.

Across the ocean, in China.

At a city sports arena.

The leaders of No. 1 Middle School had brought more than three thousand students to the arena to watch the game together.

Wang Yi's parents had naturally been invited too, and were seated in the best seats.

When they saw Wang Yi charging toward Doug in the paint on the giant screen,

Wang Yi's mother grabbed Wang Jianhua's arm tightly.

Even Zhang Weiping, Director Zhang, who was commentating at the arena, was startled.

He and Yang Yi both stopped commentating and watched Wang Yi tensely.

Wang Yi had clashed with Doug on his previous drives to the basket, but those had mostly happened when Wang Yi took advantage of the paint being unguarded and drove in, only for Doug Lambier to come over for help defense and make contact with him.

But this time was different.

This time, Wang Yi could clearly see Doug standing beneath the basket.

And he was still charging straight at him for a layup.

Given that guy's nature, would Doug let Wang Yi go up for a layup without a fight?

By then, Wang Yi had already stepped inside the free-throw line.

Usually, he could easily dunk from a step inside the free-throw line.

But this time he didn't. A step inside the line, he gathered the ball and made a hop step.

He hopped beneath the basket.

Doug Lambier thought Wang Yi was about