As Danny prepared to shoot, the fans in the arena, mocking the Kings for their terrible shooting, chanted a sound they had apparently learned from somewhere.
When Danny released the ball and it looked like it was about to smash into the rim, they all shouted that ridiculously catchy word:
"Duang~~~~~~"
They weren't just mocking the Kings—they were mocking Wang Yi, too, since the meme had been coined by an actor from China.
What could be more fitting than a team using a Chinese meme to mock a Chinese player?
But the next sound the basketball made wasn't a duang. It was a clear, melodious chime, like heavenly music.
Swish!
Amid the fans' jeers, the ball sailed cleanly through the hoop, without touching the rim, and made a crisp swishing sound.
The fans in the arena quieted down a little, but they didn't think much of it. The Kings had been terrible from three-point range tonight, but that didn't mean they'd miss every shot. They were bound to make one now and then.
"God took pity on them and let them make one. If professional players like them kept missing every shot, wouldn't that make the NBA look like a low-level league?"
"Let them make one and feel good about themselves. If they never make any, they might get bored and quit."
"When I play with my son, I let him make one or two now and then. Otherwise, he cries and refuses to keep playing."
The fans' mockery was in full force.
At the other end, the Bucks still left Porzingis open, and he made another three-pointer.
The Kings inbounded the ball. Wang Yi still didn't push the pace; he walked slowly up the court.
Then, just like before, he casually passed it to Danny. Danny caught the ball