For the next few minutes, Wang Yi played nothing like an NBA player.
His defense looked completely disorganized.
Whoever had the ball, he rushed over to guard them.
The coaches on the sidelines and the players on the bench all looked at one another in bewilderment.
Rushing to guard whoever had the ball was ridiculously amateurish defense.
Usually, only people who had just started learning basketball ran after the ball like that, guarding whoever happened to have it.
But Wang Yi was an NBA player with six years under his belt—a Superstar.
What was going on with him tonight?
Had he lost his mind?
Fortunately, the Timberwolves' overall shooting percentage tonight was painfully bad.
In half a quarter, Wazi had made two threes, but the rest of the team's shooting was too awful to look at.
Even Towns had taken five shots in the paint and made only two dunks. He'd missed another dunk, and somehow missed both of his layups.
The Timberwolves pulled off plays like that all the time.
On the Kings' offensive end,
Danny hadn't been able to step up as the coach had asked.
He'd made only one of his four three-point attempts, which was pretty abysmal.
As a Three-point Shooter, you couldn't expect him to maintain an incredible shooting percentage at all times.
Even Curry in his prime couldn't be on fire every single game.
Since Danny couldn't get his shots to fall, Wang Yi had to take matters into his own hands.
So, for the next few minutes, he kept catching the ball in the Mid-range and going one-on-one.
Wazi wanted to use his physicality to defend Wang Yi, but he was still too young.
Wang Yi's post-up game in the Mid-range was no joke.
With his back to the basket, he could jump