Little Fatty scored with ease.
The spectators were a little surprised.
Still, it was no small feat for a ten-year-old to score in an adult three-on-three game, so the crowd cheered and encouraged Little Fatty.
The on-site DJ was surprised too. "Oh, it's in! The scorer is Pang Bo, from Class 2, Grade 3, at Third Experimental Primary School in Tongcheng City, Chang'an Province."
The DJ's announcement was clearly meant to tease him.
Guo Allen finally understood. He turned to Wang Yi and said, "So that's what's going on."
Li Yifeng was still confused. "What do you mean?"
In his strong northeastern accent, Guo Allen said, "Now I get why Brother Yi dared to put Pang Bo in."
"Why?"
"He designed a play for Pang Bo. In this play, Pang Bo doesn't even have to move—he just waits under the basket. Their two guards can draw the center's help defense with a pick and roll, then pass the ball to Pang Bo to score."
"I have to say, Brother Yi's brain works in ways ordinary people just can't understand."
After he finished, he called out to Wang Yi, "Brother Yi, that little play of yours is pretty slick!"
Wang Yi copied his gesture and clasped his hands. "You flatter me."
Li Yifeng looked puzzled. "From the way you describe it, the play doesn't sound that complicated. Any coach could think of it, couldn't they?"
Guo Allen shook his head. "You're not wrong. Any coach could think of it. The problem is, how many coaches would dare put a ten-year-old kid into an adult game? That's what makes Brother Yi so impressive."
Li Yifeng finally understood and nodded. "Now that you put it that way, I get it. Brother Yi really is impressive."
It was now the Windwalkers Team's turn to