"Yun Ting, are you alright?"
Jiang Peipei rushed over, looking him up and down with concern, as if afraid Luo Zhixiang might have injured him.
"I'm fine."
Wan Yun Ting smiled and waved his hand, pointing at Luo Zhixiang who was lying on the ground, clutching his chest, coughing pitifully, and writhing in pain. "He's the one who should have a problem."
"Old Luo..."
Zhou Mian, Yang Zaiyu, and the other team members hurried to help Luo Zhixiang up. Feng Biao and Zhang Ying also quickly came over, glancing at Luo Zhixiang with disdain. "Truly embarrassing," Feng Biao scoffed.
At that moment, Zhu Li and other team members lowered their heads. Luo Zhixiang rubbed his aching chest. When he collided with Wan Yun Ting just now, it felt like hitting a wall of iron, leaving him disoriented and almost spitting blood.
Looking at the smiling Wan Yun Ting, Luo Zhixiang's eyes held a complex gaze. Although he was still unconvinced by this young man who was only 1.8 meters tall, he had to admire Wan Yun Ting's defensive skills and his layup shot.
Especially the collision just now, Luo Zhixiang couldn't understand how Wan Yun Ting managed to stand his ground against his full-force charge without taking a single step back, and even sent him flying.
"How about it, are you convinced?"
Wan Yun Ting looked at the recovering Luo Zhixiang and smiled. "Do you still want to compete?"
Everyone looked at the dejected and unwilling Luo Zhixiang, who gritted his teeth and remained silent.
"Zhou Mian, help him off the court to rest first," Feng Biao waved his hand. Zhou Mian, Zhu Li, and the others helped Luo Zhixiang off the court. He then said to Wan Yun Ting and the other players, "Alright, now form your respective teams and play a practice game. Yun Ting, what position do you want to play?"
Wan Yun Ting smiled, "Forward."
"Good, you'll be a forward and team up with Zhang Binhai. Yang Zaiyu, Zhu Li, Cao Jinghua, and Zhou Mian, you're the other team. Start playing now," Feng Biao clapped his hands and announced, acting as the referee himself.
Everyone nodded. Wan Yun Ting glanced at Zhang Binhai and the other four players, offering a polite smile and a nod.
Zhang Binhai and the others nodded back. They no longer dared to underestimate the foreign player the coach had found. After all, Luo Zhixiang was their basketball team's best power forward, yet he lost a one-on-one match to Wan Yun Ting.
It was clear that this person was not inferior to their professional team, perhaps even more skilled, not just in physical fitness but also in ball skills!
"Begin."
Feng Biao blew his whistle. Since it was a casual game, the goal was to help Wan Yun Ting integrate with the team as quickly as possible, so there weren't many rules. Wan Yun Ting started with the tip-off and passed the ball directly to Zhang Binhai, their power forward...
Wan Yun Ting jogged back to his forward position. Zhu Li, who was 1.9 meters tall, strong, and physically gifted, was guarding him...
At first, Zhang Binhai didn't pass the ball to Wan Yun Ting, but rather to other players. Perhaps everyone was still a bit resistant to him.
After six minutes of play, both teams had scored. Wan Yun Ting had only received one pass, which displeased Feng Biao. He blew his whistle and shouted at Zhang Binhai and the others, "Pass the ball to Wan Yun Ting!"
The coach had spoken, so Zhang Binhai and the other players had to pass the ball to Wan Yun Ting, the forward. Upon receiving the ball, Wan Yun Ting turned, and Zhu Li immediately moved to defend. But how could Zhu Li possibly defend Wan Yun Ting? With a subtle fake, he slipped past Zhu Li, then, under the defense of Zhou Mian and others, he drove forcefully to the basket and slammed it home with a powerful dunk.
"Great shot..."
Jiang Peipei and Zhang Ying from the sidelines, along with several team staff members, all applauded, praising Wan Yun Ting's play.
Luo Zhixiang, who was sitting on the side resting, had calmed down by this point. He was watching Wan Yun Ting play intently. From his movements, positioning, and intent in attack direction, Luo Zhixiang could sense that every step Wan Yun Ting took was calculated.
He even managed to grab the ball from Zhou Mian, who was 1.98 meters tall, right under the basket, and immediately passed it to Zhang Binhai and his teammates, leading to another score.
"This guy, how can his jumping ability be so strong? Is he even human?"
Luo Zhixiang, Zhou Mian, Zhu Li, and the other players were increasingly shocked. Wan Yun Ting was only 1.8 meters tall, but his incredible jumping ability was terrifyingly extreme. He could be described as an aerial artist, undoubtedly the best jumper among the professional players they had ever seen.
Even some of the invincible foreign black stars were not as good at jumping as Wan Yun Ting!
Zhang Ying and Feng Biao stood together, watching Wan Yun Ting's continued performance. He didn't bully his teammates with his advantages. As a forward, Wan Yun Ting played his position well, not selfishly driving to the basket with the ball, but passing to other players for cooperation, and not dominating the court just because he was skilled.
"This Wan Yun Ting is really good, his skills are solid, especially his physical fitness. He is definitely the strongest domestic player I've ever seen!" Feng Biao became more and more excited, his eyes never leaving Wan Yun Ting. He exclaimed excitedly, "Old Ying, we've really found a treasure this time."
"Indeed."
Zhang Ying also nodded and smiled, "It's just a shame he's not joining our team. It would be even better if he could join."
Feng Biao turned to him, understanding Zhang Ying's meaning. He then gestured towards Jiang Peipei, who was sitting nearby, and said with a smile, "We can have that girl Peipei try to persuade Wan Yun Ting and try to get him to become an official player for our team!"
"Alright, I'll talk to Peipei later," Zhang Ying nodded and smiled.
The practice game lasted for over forty minutes, and Wan Yun Ting's team with Zhang Binhai had scored eighty-six points, with Wan Yun Ting contributing thirty-three of them.
Zhou Mian's team only managed sixty-two points, a crushing defeat. At the same time, these professional players had to admit defeat to Wan Yun Ting. Whenever he got the ball, they would score almost every time.
He also created many scoring opportunities for his teammates. Throughout the entire game, Wan Yun Ting's performance was remarkable, completely impressing Feng Biao, Zhang Ying, Luo Zhixiang, and the other players who were watching.
Jiang Peipei, sitting on the side, had been cheering for Wan Yun Ting, her gaze not leaving him for even three seconds.
At this moment, Wan Yun Ting's phone rang. Jiang Peipei saw that the caller ID displayed "Fang Yanxi" and hesitated whether to answer. Finally, she swiped to answer, and Fang Yanxi's voice came through: "Yun Ting, when are you coming back?"
Jiang Peipei was startled and quickly said, "Yanxi, it's me, Peipei."
"Peipei?"
Fang Yanxi, who was still at her company, was taken aback when she heard Jiang Peipei's voice.
"Yes, Yun Ting is training on the court right now," Jiang Peipei said.
"Oh, I see."
Upon hearing that the man was training, Fang Yanxi understood and asked with a smile, "When will you finish?"
"Hard to say."
Jiang Peipei replied, "Once they start training, they usually don't finish until eight or nine in the evening."
Hearing this, Fang Yanxi said helplessly, "Alright, then when Yun Ting finishes training, ask him to call me back."
Jiang Peipei smiled, "No problem."
"Okay, that's all for now," Fang Yanxi said with a smile and hung up the phone. She didn't think much of it and continued to tidy her office...