Pang Bo's basket had caught everyone by surprise.
The audience had only seen a fat kid use a nimble spin to easily get past the dreadlocked youth. Everyone cheered once again.
His mother only turned around now—she had been watching Jay Chou the whole time and had no idea what was happening.
But when she saw her son score, she got excited too.
Then she saw the score: 6–2.
She shook her head helplessly.
Her son was no match for an adult after all. He was already down by four points.
But it was fine. The important thing was to take part.
Meanwhile, Wang Yi and Guo Allen, both professional players, could tell that this fat kid was no ordinary player.
First, all those times he'd leaned into the dreadlocked youth from the side had actually been setting up his spin.
When most people saw a fat kid lean into them from the side twice in a row, they'd assume his next move would be to circle around him and steal the ball.
That was exactly how the fat kid lured them into his trap.
The moment the defender lost his position, the kid could pull the ball back, spin, and get past him with ease.
Someone might ask: what if the defender tried to steal the ball from the other side?
Wang Yi and Guo Allen had no such doubts. If this fat kid could spin backward so smoothly, then his forward spin had to be just as quick.
If you tried to steal the ball from his left, he'd spin backward;
if you tried to steal it from his right, he'd spin forward.
The other thing was how nimble that backward spin had been. He didn't move like a kid who weighed 180 pounds at all.
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