This was another alley-oop three-pointer.
He caught the ball in midair and didn't come down, turning toward the basket and shooting before he landed.
The defenders chasing Wang Yi had no time to block him.
So he had taken the shot without any interference at all.
With the crowd mocking him, there was no doubt the shot would go in.
Sure enough—
Thump, swish!
The ball hit the backboard and bounced into the net.
It was already Wang Yi's second high-difficulty alley-oop three of the game.
Even Tracy McGrady, who had once scored an astonishing 13 points in 35 seconds, couldn't believe what he was seeing. He cried out in excitement.
"Oh, God!"
"What kind of unbelievable play is this? What kind of unbelievable play!! An alley-oop three! For an ordinary player, making an alley-oop three takes a stroke of dumb luck. But Wang Yi has somehow turned it into a routine play!"
"An alley-oop three requires tremendous core strength. You have to use your abs and lower back to maintain your balance as you catch the ball, then generate power a second time to shoot."
"For any player, that's practically impossible. But for Wang Yi, it's just one of his regular shots."
"This guy is a monster!"
Beside him, Zha Zha Pachulia gave a cold laugh. "If you ask me, he's just a circus clown. That has nothing to do with basketball."
After Wang Yi made the three, the crowd was shocked—but let's not forget, this was TD Garden.
The fans were still mocking him as loudly as ever.
"This guy's just a show-off!"
"He's a clown from the circus!"
Now it was the Celtics' turn to attack.
The Celtics' offense had been flowing smoothly today. Morant drove into the paint and threw down another dunk.
When they came