Why couldn't he be like Frye?
This question quickly turned to ashes in the Emperor's heart, burned by jealousy. The man who lived the life of his dreams started effortlessly with his left hand.
Quickly, but not so fast that it caught him off guard.
James, with his terrifyingly superb athletic nerves, kept up but was nearly unbalanced by a feint within two steps inside the three-point line.
Yu Fei's dribbling hand suddenly paused, seemingly a prelude to a jump shot, but it was the beginning of a change in direction with a behind-the-back dribble.
James was not fooled, he just couldn't react correctly. In the moment Yu Fei dribbled, Little Gasol entered the play, a perfect time.
No one could find fault with Little Gasol's timing entering the play.