The red-and-black painted face suddenly changed into one that looked like a monkey's.
The Western spectators in the arena were astonished.
"Oh, how did he do that?"
"What kind of show is this? I've never seen anything like it."
As they were talking, the painted-face performer took a step, then covered his face with his sleeve again. When he swept it away, his face had changed once more.
"Oh..."
This time, all the fans cried out in amazement.
They were truly stunned.
He'd changed faces twice in just a few seconds.
"Good heavens, how did he do that?"
"That's incredible."
"Is this magic?"
The Chinese-descendant fans in the arena proudly answered, "This is called face-changing. It's an art form from China."
Several foreigners nearby nodded and said in halting Chinese, "That's freaking awesome."
"Awesome."
The spectators who had been planning to use the bathroom were no longer in the mood.
One by one, they watched the face-changing performance with curiosity and wonder.
The performance lasted only five minutes, but it gave the spectators an experience unlike anything they'd had before.
During the performance,
the Kings' head of marketing, a middle-aged man with a full beard, stood on the arena's fourth level.
Every team had a marketing department, and it was responsible for arranging the halftime entertainment.
He watched the spectators' reactions.
Seeing how curious they were about the show, he nodded to himself.
Two days earlier, Wang Yi had approached him in person, leaving him both surprised and honored. He'd later learned that Wang Yi had come to arrange a halftime show.
Wang Yi had found a video online and shown it to him. After watching it, he'd found the act fascinating. Wang Yi had explained that it was called face-changing.
So he'd contacted Zhang Yingjie, one of China's top