Wang Yi saw how his teammates were celebrating, and he rushed onto the court too.
His injured shoulder meant he couldn't bump chests with anyone, but he fist-bumped TT, then put an arm around him and slapped him hard on the back. He was practically shouting, his voice booming as he excitedly encouraged TT.
"Oh, my God! You bastard, check if my jaw's still there! Oh, shit, you knocked my jaw right off!"
"They all said you were old, said you were useless. I knew you'd slap them in the face sooner or later—and hit them hard!"
"Bro, that's the best block I've seen all season."
"The best block in the Finals, bro! That block was worth a fortune!"
TT roared in Wang Yi's ear:
"Those damn reporters and those damn experts can all go to hell! I can still play, damn it! I can still block this so-called best big man in the league! Fuck all the experts!"
Of course, Wang Yi didn't forget to talk with Gallo, either.
He bumped fists with Gallo, then put an arm around his shoulders.
"Gallo, I know. You turned down that championship ring last season because you were waiting for a night like this. Tonight is your moment. Tonight, you're the king of the court."
"After tonight, you'll have earned this championship ring. If anyone dares say you're old again, I'll rush over and slap the shit out of them. I won't stop until even their own mothers don't recognize them!"
Gallo, however, was remarkably calm.
He only replied, "Thanks," to Wang Yi's words.
Then he checked the clock.
Eighteen seconds remained.
The game wasn't over yet.
At a moment like this, it would usually be Wang Yi taking the shot.
But Wang Yi wasn't playing today, and everyone thought it would