The cameraman's framing had clearly been fooled by Wang Yi's steal.
When the crowd saw the steal, they went from one gasp of shock to another.
Only the first gasp had been one of fear. This time, it was excitement.
"Oh, my God!"
"How did he even make that steal?!"
"Holy shit! Unbelievable!"
LeBron James reacted by grabbing his head with both hands, eyes wide.
"Oh, my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God..."
Paul also looked utterly incredulous and stood up.
"That steal came out of nowhere. I'd bet that nobody in the world besides Wang Yi has ever stolen the ball like that."
"To pull off a steal like that, you need hands big enough to grab the ball with one hand, and incredibly quick reflexes. When your opponent drives in to dunk, he suddenly fakes a behind-the-back pass. Most people just can't react in time."
"Wang Yi's a straight-up demon."
After Wang Yi stole the ball, Danny hurried over to help him.
Mason and Jalen Green quickly positioned themselves at the free-throw line to stop Wang Yi's pass.
But then Wang Yi did something unexpected. He didn't face the frontcourt. Instead, he suddenly turned around, putting his back to the two men at the free-throw line, and started a three-step layup.
He was going for a layup at the Rockets' basket!
David Mason and Jalen Green were both dumbfounded.
Had Wang Yi lost his mind?
He was going to lay the ball up at the Rockets' basket?
But Wang Yi's apparent brain freeze left them with a question.
Should they stop him or not?
Normally, as Wang Yi's opponents, they should stop him from doing whatever he wanted.
But now Wang Yi was about to score for the Rockets. Should they stop him then,