Paul imitated one of James's Overlord steps, thumped his chest hard, and let out a loud roar.
James was already struggling to keep from laughing.
Curry, meanwhile, copied one of Wang Yi's signature celebrations: after scoring, he looked at his palm, then the back of his hand, before raising a fist toward the sky.
But after raising his fist, he suddenly pulled it back and said, "My hand's a little dirty."
He pretended to spit on it, wiped it on his shirt, and only then raised it again.
Wang Yi didn't laugh, but Paul and Curry were practically dying.
James was having a hard time holding it in, but somehow managed.
James and Wang Yi made it to the end of the second song without either of them beating the other.
Finally, James patted Wang Yi on the shoulder. "All right, man. We'll call it a tie."
Wang Yi shook his head repeatedly. "No, no, no. You moved first, so you lost. I'm the Champion. I'm the king of the world."
James laughed heartily. "All right, all right. You win."
"What do you mean, 'you win'? I won fair and square."
The whole audience thought their tickets had been worth every penny.
"Even if I don't watch the rest of the game, those first few minutes alone were worth the price of admission."
After a few minutes' rest, the game began.
Wang Yi's Team started with the players they had selected.
Wang Yi, Paul, Curry, James, and Thick Eyebrows.
Durant's Team started with the other All-Stars.
Harden, Durant, Irving, Antetokounmpo, and Embiid.
The teams gathered at center court for the opening Jump Ball.
Embiid won it.
He passed the ball to Harden.
Harden dribbled across half court, saw Embiid open inside, and tossed him the ball.
Thick Eyebrows was guarding