After Wang Yi released the ball, as it flew toward the basket, the red light finally came on.
Time had run out.
But the basketball seemed like a traveler beyond the reach of time, continuing to fly toward the basket.
At that moment, the entire court seemed to freeze.
Everyone stared straight at the ball.
Everything else seemed to stand still.
Only the orange basketball, its surface covered in tiny bumps, was moving. It continued flying toward the basket, making the whole scene look like something created with special effects in a movie.
At last.
Swish—
A crisp sound rang out as the ball dropped straight through the net.
In that instant, WHAM—
The 17,500 spectators in Golden 1 Center erupted.
Enormous cheers filled Golden 1 Center.
They poured through the surrounding space and out onto the streets, while the 50,000 fans in the plaza outside Golden 1 Center cheered in unison.
Countless fans watching on television also cried out in celebration.
At Huali Basketball School in China,
more than 200 teachers and students cheered together.
The entire lecture hall had become an ocean of joy.
Wang Jianhua clenched his fists and gave a fierce pump.
The teachers beside him roared.
"He made it! He made it! What a shot—"
They were so excited that their voices seemed to change.
Little Fatty Pang Bo jumped right onto his seat, joining the students around him in shouting, "Brother Yi is awesome!"
Xu Jingyu's livestream erupted.
"Ah----ah------"
"Ah-ah—"
"Ah----------ah------"
His excited cries went on for a full half minute.
Meanwhile, at Golden 1 Center,
under the gaze of all 17,500 people in the arena and the tens of millions watching on screens, Wang Yi looked down at King Arthur, who was on the floor at his feet.
He raised his right hand