AT&T Center.
The Kings were temporarily down by one, 113–114.
Carl of the Spurs was taking her two free throws.
At that moment, the entire arena seemed to freeze.
The fans stopped cheering;
The cheerleaders stopped dancing;
Even the mascot stopped fooling around.
These two free throws could very well determine the outcome of this game—or even the entire series.
Old Master Bo's face was hidden behind a thick silver beard, making it impossible to read his expression.
Only the tip of his nose had grown even redder.
As he stared at the court, his gaze seemed frozen in place.
At the same time, he paced anxiously. While doing so, he accidentally bumped into a server courtside, sending the drinks in the server's hands spilling across the floor.
Old Master Bo was completely focused on the court, his mind entirely on the game. Though he knew he had bumped into someone behind him, he didn't even turn around to look.
It wasn't until the referee stopped the game and signaled for a ball boy to clean up the drinks on the floor by the sidelines.
When Old Master Bo saw the referee come all the way over to the sideline, he finally snapped out of it and looked at the spilled drinks. At first, he didn't pay them any mind.
He hadn't even realized he was the one who had knocked them over.
But the next moment, a thought suddenly struck him.
He looked toward assistant coach Seders.
Seders understood at once and immediately turned to leave.
This unexpected interruption seemed to ease the nearly frozen atmosphere in the arena just a little.
The players, the coaches, and the spectators by the sidelines could finally relax their taut nerves a bit.
But there was one person on the court whose