Rose of Chicago clearly hadn't expected Wang Yi to shoot a logo three right at the start of the game.
Although Wang Yi had that shot in his arsenal, it had been rare to see him open a game with a logo three this year.
So even though Rose jumped up right after him, he was no longer a young man, and he couldn't jump nearly as high as Wang Yi. His raised right hand barely reached Wang Yi's elbow.
Wang Yi's shot was practically uncontested.
The ball traced a beautiful arc that spanned half the court, then plunged into the net with the precision of a guided missile.
Swish...
That was Wang Yi's response to the fans in attendance—and to the renowned director Spike Lee.
For the Knicks players, there was nothing they could do about it.
They had anticipated something like this, but right after the opening tip, Wang Yi and Xiao Qiao had suddenly run a Pick and Roll. Even if they'd known what was coming, they hadn't had time to react.
The Knicks brought the ball back up the court to attack.
Rose ran the offense, then passed the ball to Randle in the paint.
Randle gave Xiao Qiao a couple of fakes, got past him, and went straight up for a thunderous dunk.
As soon as the shot went in, a deafening roar swept through the arena.
Wave after wave crashed over the Kings, as if trying to wash them away.
The Kings players could barely breathe.
The deafening noise drilled into everyone's ears, leaving them flustered and distracted.
The renowned director Spike Lee stood up and kept hurling trash talk at the Kings players.
"Don't let just any Tom, Dick, or Harry come swaggering into the holy land of basketball. Get the hell out