Wang Yi's bounce pass was downright uncanny.
The two defenders chased him from behind, but Wang Yi sent a behind-the-back bounce pass that skimmed right past the Little Prince of Mid-Range's feet.
The Little Prince of Mid-Range had no chance to grab it.
Mane cut down the middle, caught the ball, and slammed it home beneath the basket with no one guarding him.
The crowd went wild once again.
The two commentators were also amazed by Wang Yi's pass.
"He looked trapped, with no way out, but one simple behind-the-back bounce pass turned the impossible into something magical. This guy is a genius."
Wade said.
Stephen A. Smith shook his head repeatedly in amazement.
"See that? That's the difference between a naturally gifted player and one who succeeds through hard work. A hard-working player can reach a certain level through effort beyond what ordinary people can imagine. But compared to a gifted player, they often lack that stroke of genius."
Wade glanced at the Yi blower beside him and teased him.
"I've noticed you've been praising him a lot lately. You know you lost two houses because of him, right?"
Smith glared at Wade.
Why did he have to bring that up?
But as a seasoned commentator, he quickly picked up the thread. "Losing houses to a superstar like him isn't something just anyone can do. Not only did I manage it, I lost two at once."
Wade could only shake his head. "Fine. You're something else."
Meanwhile, in a villa in Johor Bahru, Malaysia,
a family of three sprang to their feet in delight as they watched the play.
The little girl bounced up and down on the sofa, shouting,
"That's Big Brother's second dunk today!"
The couple were thrilled as they watched their son on the screen.
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