Golden 1 Center.
Time remaining: 16 seconds.
Score: 117–115.
The Kings led by just two points.
In Wang Yi's second game back, the outcome would once again come down to the final second.
There was no doubt it made the game far more exciting to watch.
NBA President David Xiao Hua had come to watch in person again.
He sat in a dark corner, holding a tablet and watching the number of viewers on the screen.
When he saw that the live viewership had reached 30 million, he gave a small clench of his right fist.
It was a slight gesture, but for someone who was always so composed in public, it was enough to show how excited he was.
Wang Yi really was a lifesaver.
When Wang Yi wasn't in the league, even the live viewership for the Finals had only reached a few million.
Now, in just his second game back—and a Regular Season game at that—the viewership had reached 30 million.
Most importantly, his games were so close and so entertaining. There was no need to worry about attracting an audience.
It seemed that apologizing to Wang Yi, despite the blow to his pride and the abuse from the American public, and inviting him back had been exactly the right decision.
By now, every spectator in the arena was on their feet.
Their hearts felt as if they were in their throats.
The players on the court weren't quite as tense, but every player on the bench was sweating.
The Thunder used their final short Timeout.
Their head coach, Mark, laid out the plan for the final possession:
"Give the ball to Ryan or Raidlow for the last shot."
Ryan was known as Three-Point Rain. He hadn't found his rhythm tonight, but that was only because Danny