The entire Golden 1 Center erupted in thunderous cheers.
It was as if the roof of Golden 1 Center were about to be blown off.
A man in his seventies clenched his fist and gave it a fierce pump.
"Beautifully done!"
A woman in her thirties leaped to her feet, waving her arms wildly.
"Oh, my God! Wow! I love you! I loved that steal and pass!"
A twelve-year-old boy jumped up and started twisting his body dramatically.
His curly hair bounced with every jump.
"Wang is so cool! Oh, my God, only God could make a play like that!"
The Chinese celebrities in the stands, who had been holding back almost the entire game, could finally hold their heads high.
Nearly all of them jumped to their feet. Some clapped incessantly, while others screamed and howled.
Yang Yi burst out laughing as he watched Wang's play. "That steal took lightning-fast reactions, and that pass was incredibly imaginative. The technique was flawless, too. That's not a pass just any star could make."
Weiping Bryant's eyes glistened. For a moment, he seemed to see a glimpse of the Wang who had dominated the court three years ago.
"Forget ordinary stars. Even Magic Johnson and White Chocolate never made a pass like that, as far as I've seen."
"You can tell Wang has never practiced this kind of pass. It was a product of the circumstances, which shows just how rich his imagination and creativity are."
"Wang still has some time before he truly returns, but this play shows us how quickly he reacts, how sharp his mind is, and how rich his imagination is."
"So we have every reason to believe it's only a matter of time before Wang returns to his peak."
Jalen Green had tried to toy with Wang,