With 4 seconds left and trailing by 6 points, the Kings were doomed to lose, no matter how you looked at it.
The cheers from the fans grew louder and louder, drilling into the Kings players' ears like row after row of giant waves crashing down on them.
They would sweep them into the sea and drag them down to the depths.
The DJ in the arena took the lead in playing Xishua Shua again.
The cheerleaders by the court excitedly danced again.
The Rockets' mascot once again wiggled its hefty backside, making a few taunting gestures at the Kings.
This time, Nicholas Zhao Si, the commentator on the scene, was completely worked up.
He grinned so broadly his mouth nearly reached the back of his head, revealing a row of yellow teeth.
At that moment, in the Kings' Resting Area.
The players all turned their eyes to Wang Yi.
Wang Yi still wore that confident expression, as if he had everything under control.
That reassured the players.
Although they were trailing by 6 points with 4 seconds left, and had no timeouts remaining, so they had to inbound from the backcourt—and scoring even once in that situation was difficult, let alone scoring at least twice to tie the game—
Still, when they thought of how many miracles Wang Yi had created, and saw his confident expression, they all felt at ease.
On the sideline, Nash suddenly had a thought.
He knew Wang Yi could make a backcourt three-pointer. Although he hadn't seen him do it much this season, who could say he hadn't practiced in private?
And seeing that confident expression on Wang Yi's face made Nash uneasy. Could Wang Yi be so confident in his backcourt three-pointer that he knew he'd make it?
It was hard to say!