Beneath that astonishing shot, even Nicholas Zhao Si, the ever-loyal Yi-hater in the crowd, couldn't help blurting out in shock:
"Oh my God, a Curveball! This guy just threw a Curveball on a basketball court!"
Stephen A. Smith, who was sitting beside him, turned to look at Nicholas Zhao Si, still stunned.
"If I heard you right, you were just marveling at that shot?"
Nicholas Zhao Si finally came to his senses and shook his head repeatedly.
"No, no, I'm not marveling at it. I just think he could've made that pass with a regular lob. There was no need to throw a Curveball just to show off. It was completely unnecessary."
Stephen A. Smith smiled and shook his head. "Don't bother explaining. The more you explain, the more ridiculous you sound."
Nicholas Zhao Si stiffened his neck. "I'm stating a fact."
Meanwhile, the moment that shot went up, the Chinese internet exploded.
"Holy crap, that was awesome!"
"Oh my God, a Curveball!"
"I thought Brother Yi only did things I dared to imagine but couldn't do. Now I know that Brother Yi can pull off things I don't even dare to imagine! I'd never even dreamed of a Curveball like that."
"King Arthur was afraid Brother Yi would steal the spotlight today. Bet he's practically green with rage now."
And that was exactly what happened.
Watching Wang Yi's Curveball pass on the court, King Arthur looked stunned—and even more grim than before.
As for Dongzi, who was always known for his passing, he was completely bewildered when he caught the ball.
What kind of pass was that?
How had he even thrown it?
At the same time, Dongzi was secretly alarmed. The ball had come in with such extreme spin that it had nearly spun right out of