The atmosphere at Golden 1 Center was electric.
The female DJ, Chantelle, watched the close-up of Wang Yi on the big screen, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
So she played the team's battle song: "Praise of the Tes River."
Normally, she only played it when the Kings sounded the rallying cry in the fourth quarter. But today, Wang Yi had been dunked on God knew how many times in the first quarter, then immediately answered with God knew how many emphatic blocks in the second. It was just too thrilling, too explosive.
So the battle song rang out early, and the rallying cry sounded ahead of schedule.
The Kings' resting area.
Every player was so excited that they were dancing around.
They'd shouted "Holy shit!" so many times today that their throats were practically raw.
The sight of Wang Yi repeatedly blocking Gobert was just too explosive.
Think about it: a player who was 1.92 meters tall blocking a player who was 2.16 meters tall. Even once would have been enough to set the whole arena on fire.
Wang Yi had already blocked Gobert four times in the first quarter, then blocked him another three times after returning to the court in the second.
This was fucking superhuman.
How could the players not be excited?
The Kings' head coach, De'Anthony, finally felt completely at ease. In the first quarter, Wang Yi had told him why he wanted to guard Gobert.
He'd said everyone would understand in the second quarter.
That was right. Now everyone finally understood why Wang Yi had insisted on guarding Gobert.
During the break on the sidelines, De'Anthony said to Wang Yi, "Wang, fantastic job. I'll give you an extra chicken leg when we grab a late-night bite. But only if you keep shutting Gobert down."
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