Brazil's other commentator was a Black man with short, curly hair. His name sounded like two strong, forceful syllables: Rafa.
He looked just as tough, with a sharply defined face that seemed as if it had been carved with a knife.
But even the tough-looking Rafa was confused:
"Yeah, both teams are playing brilliantly. By all rights, the score difference should've stayed around six points. How did it suddenly become twelve? Let me check the stats."
A moment later, Rafa suddenly realized what had happened:
"Oh my God, I get it! It's him, it's him, it's him!"
The young commentator Waldo looked at the line of stats Rafa was pointing to on the screen and suddenly understood as well:
"So that's it! Wang Yi hit two more three-pointers in the second quarter! But why didn't I notice? It felt like Wang Yi had practically disappeared on the court in the second quarter. He hardly took any shots or made any assists, and I barely saw him going for rebounds or playing defense."
The older commentator Rafa thought it over before saying:
"That's because Wang Yi took very few shots—just two—and there was a long time between them. The first came in the third minute of the second quarter, and the second in the final minute. So overall, it felt like he hadn't done anything in the second quarter."
"But look at his shooting percentage: two for two from three in the second quarter. And look at his three-point percentage for the game: four for four."
"So it wasn't just the second quarter. Throughout the first half, he gave the impression that he hadn't done much. But look at his score—he already had twelve points by halftime."
"Most importantly, his efficiency is incredible. Four for four from three-point range. You really