In the midst of the enthusiastic cheers, Lan Yong, laughing wildly, received the ball passed by his teammate, dribbled, and aggressively approached Shen Qiang, scoffing proudly, "Shen Qiang, your appearance was unexpected for us."
"Last time, because of you, we lost. I wasn't willing to accept the defeat, so we reviewed the game and found that whether it was mid-range, three-pointers, or under the basket, your shooting accuracy was incredibly a hundred percent."
"Such data is truly awe-inspiring!" Lan Yong, bent over dribbling between his legs, stared at Shen Qiang with excited eyes and said, "But as strong as you are, your weakness is also very clear."
"Your physical confrontational ability is poor, and your defensive ability is almost zero."
"As long as I make sure you don't steal the ball, you're just a decoration in front of my offense."
"Besides, the reason we were overturned last time was mainly that we ignored the coordination between you and Ji Liangchuan."
