Just Pick on Zhang Ben Tianjie

724, Just Pick on Zhang Ben Tianjie

At that moment, the National Team was trailing 2–10.

As Zhang Ben Tianjie let out a huge roar, a deafening cheer erupted throughout the arena.

The players on the court were all gritting their teeth in frustration.

Du Feng, watching from the sidelines, was seething too.

But he didn't call a timeout, because he knew one thing.

With Wang Yi on the court, nothing could go wrong.

Wang Yi patted Zhou Qi on the shoulder.

Then he said just four words to the China Team players.

"Give me the ball."

When play resumed, the China Team went on offense.

After advancing into the frontcourt, the China Team began passing the ball around the perimeter.

Japan Team was switching on every screen.

After Wang Yi got the ball, he motioned for Small Forward Sima Ming to come over and set a screen.

Sima Ming hurried over to screen for Wang Yi.

After the screen, Japan Team's Small Forward Zhang Ben Tianjie switched onto Wang Yi.

Zhang Ben Tianjie had just made three baskets in a row, and he was riding high.

He was even getting a little cocky.

He clapped his hands hard and shouted at Wang Yi, "Come on!"

Then he spread his legs, held his arms slightly out, and stared intently at Wang Yi.

Wang Yi snorted, dribbling slowly as he said nonchalantly, "There's something I want to ask you."

As he spoke, he suddenly drove to the right.

Zhang Ben Tianjie hurriedly slid to his right.

But his lateral speed was far too slow compared with Wang Yi's drive.

Wang Yi didn't blow past him right away, though. He crossed the ball between his legs, then pulled it back.

Zhang Ben Tianjie hurriedly lunged forward again.

Wang Yi accelerated to the