Wang Yi didn't turn around to face the basket again until Jalen Green had fallen at his feet.
Then he leaped high into the air.
His body was straight as a spear.
The tremendous force rebounded from the floor into his feet, then traveled through his ligaments to his calves, thighs, waist, back, arms, and finally his wrist.
His wrist flicked lightly.
The basketball shot away at once.
Like an arrow loosed from a bow.
At that moment, the lights seemed to dim.
The basketball was like a child who had run away from home, resolute and determined.
A moment later.
Swish—
The 18,300 spectators in Toyota Center fell utterly silent.
The huge arena seemed to have become a giant tomb.
Only the echo of the ball going through the net resounded throughout the arena.
The basketball hit the floor and bounced slowly.
Thump—thump—thump-thump-thump-thump-thump...
Like a beating heart, it seemed to be trying to breathe a little life into the dead-silent arena.
But it was no more than a drop in the ocean.
At last, the basketball lost its energy and stopped bouncing, rolling slowly across the floor.
Like an old man in his twilight years, slowly making his way toward his grave.
The Rockets players were all dumbfounded.
Rockets head coach Nash clutched his head with both hands once again, muttering over and over, "Oh no, oh no, oh no no no no..."
Nicholas Zhao Si, the commentator at the game, was just as stunned. He was completely speechless.
As a professional commentator, he couldn't manage to say a single word.
Beside him, Cheryl Miller had both hands on her head, staring at the scene on the court in disbelief.
A moment later, she finally spoke. "Oh, my God..."
Her voice was shrill and piercing with excitement.
Still