As the Kings teetered on the brink and Sacramento faced a crisis,
Wang Yi and Rose, two players who had hardly ever played together before, exchanged a knowing glance.
They had only played together for the 12th time, but their fighting spirit was in sync, and so was their experience on the court.
Coach De'Anthony saw a faint, almost imperceptible smile cross Wang Yi's face and pondered it briefly.
But he couldn't figure out why Wang Yi was smiling.
So he asked, "Wang, what are you planning? I'll have the others support you."
Wang Yi said to De'Anthony, "Have the others spread out. Clear the paint for me."
De'Anthony thought Wang Yi was still planning to force his way into a one-on-one.
He was worried about Wang Yi's condition.
But in this situation, letting Wang Yi, their most reliable scorer, take the shot seemed like the best choice.
"Still, do you have enough energy?"
De'Anthony asked Wang Yi.
Wang Yi nodded. "No problem."
"No problem" was the answer Wang Yi gave his coach most often.
It was also the answer that put the coach most at ease.
On the other side, Coach Darwin was laying out the defense against the Kings.
"Leave one defender on Danny out on the perimeter. Everyone else, pack the paint. There are only a few possessions left, and Wang Yi will definitely try to score on his own. Pack the paint and defend him with everything you've got. But remember, don't foul."
Coach Darwin knew Wang Yi's personality. With these last few crucial possessions, he was sure to take matters into his own hands.
So they had to completely shut down the paint for these final possessions.
And having King Arthur stick to Danny would seal off the Kings' other option.
When the players returned