In the Baidu TV livestream, Xu Jingyu was sipping tea from his cup when he saw that pass. He was so surprised that he spat out a mouthful of tea.
He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and exclaimed in amazement:
"Oh my gosh, that pass... Wow! It was a hundred times harder than Morant's pass."
"Morant was facing the receiver when he passed the ball, but Wang Yi had his back to the receiver. He didn't even look at him once during the whole play. It's hard to imagine how he managed to make that pass at exactly the right moment."
"To sum it up in one sentence: Wow, what a damn beautiful pass!"
Far away in Los Angeles, James's eyes widened when he saw the pass.
Wang Yi had threaded the pass through a gap that was open for only the briefest instant, and he'd done it with his back to his teammate. He never looked at him once during the whole play, yet he still managed to deliver the ball perfectly. It was hard to imagine how he'd done it.
But Wang Yi had done it.
As the saying went, there was nothing he couldn't do—only things you couldn't imagine.
The crowd had been booing Wang Yi relentlessly, but after that pass, their boos fell silent for a few seconds.
The pass had been so unexpected that they were all stunned.
Morant was also a little surprised by Wang Yi's pass.
He couldn't figure out how Wang Yi had managed to make it.
But he wasn't one to give up easily.
If Wang Yi had made a pass like that, then he had to make an even more spectacular one.
Maybe it would come on the next play. After running a pick and roll with Gobert, he