Yang Yi nodded repeatedly.
"An alley-oop followed by a self-toss self-dunk! We all thought Wang was on the third floor, but it turns out he was on the fifth! The pass was a little high, and for any other player, it would've been a turnover. But Wang turned that mistake into a highlight-reel play."
"That reminds me of Dunk King Mac McClung in 2023. He had a dunk where, unless you watched the replay, you'd never realize he'd thrown the ball off the backboard to himself in midair. Wang's dunk was just like that one. But McClung controlled the ball himself from start to finish, whereas someone else threw the ball to Wang before he tossed it up and dunked it himself. That takes the difficulty up a whole level."
Ke Fan asked Jay Chou, "Jaylen, what do you think of that play? Don't tell me it's another 'Oh, not bad!'"
Jaylen laughed and shook his head, then imitated a Northeastern accent—though his version was clearly mixed with a Taiwanese twang. "That was really good!"
The comments were buzzing with excitement, too.
"Brother Yi has evolved again this season!"
"I thought Brother Yi had already reached his peak, but he's gone and leveled up again. This is ridiculous!"
Meanwhile, in the Boston Celtics' home locker room,
Ja Morant was getting ready for his game while watching this one. When he saw Wang's dunk, his expression didn't change, but inside, he felt a little despair.
He'd made his name with dunks, throwing down over all kinds of big men.
Back then, he'd thought his dunks were already unbeatable.
But compared with Wang's, his own dunks seemed like child's play.
That guy Wang was practically born to dunk.
The game continued. With the Heat constantly double-teaming Towns, he kept passing the ball