As they were still marveling at what they'd seen, the ball shot downcourt and slammed hard into the backboard, instantly bouncing back.
At that moment, Mouth Brother was still beyond the three-point line. The instant he saw Wang Yi throw the ball off the backboard, he took off and reached the paint.
Mouth Brother's backdoor cut caught the defense completely off guard.
He'd been beyond the three-point line, still a long way from the basket, so the defense had let its guard down. Then he cut straight to the rim.
As the ball bounced back, he leaped high.
He wanted to catch it in midair and slam it home with an alley-oop.
But the ball came off the backboard with too much force, and he was a little too far from the rim. So he had to catch it, land, then jump again for a powerful dunk.
He slammed the ball hard through the hoop.
The moment it went in, the crowd erupted in unison once more.
Van Gundy, the Mediterranean-looking commentator, couldn't help shouting in amazement. "Oh my God! As beautiful as Wiggins's dunk was, Wang Yi's pass was even better. Who could've imagined he'd throw that ball? Before he passed it, there wasn't a single Kings player inside the three-point line!"
"But in that instant, he saw that Wiggins was in a great position, and that Saylor was slower than Wiggins. So Wiggins could easily shake Saylor and get to the ball."
The red-bearded commentator beside him had to admit it, too.
"My God, does this guy really have God's Eye View?"
Every pass Wang Yi made in the third quarter was a masterpiece.
His passes were spectacular not because his technique was flashy, but because he delivered each one from an unexpected angle, in an unexpected