After the timeout, Wang Yi stepped to the free-throw line.
After getting the ball, he was just about to shoot when a sudden idea flashed through his mind.
A sly smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
When Morant saw that sly smile, he knew Wang Yi was up to something again, though he had no idea what kind of mischief Wang Yi had in mind.
As Wang Yi took the free throw, he flicked his wrist and sent the ball flying. The shot had a very flat arc and struck the front of the rim, then bounced straight back toward him.
Wang Yi leaped high and grabbed the ball.
In midair, he made a pump fake, sending Morant, Tatum, and Embiid all jumping to block him.
But Wang Yi didn't shoot. After landing, he took a dribble and darted beyond the three-point line.
He gathered the ball with his back to the basket, then jumped and spun around in midair.
This time, Paul stayed right with him.
Realizing he couldn't block Wang Yi's shot, Paul simply reached out and viciously smacked Wang Yi's forearm.
He swung so hard that his arm made a whooshing sound as it cut through the air.
But Wang Yi pulled the ball back in midair. Only after Paul's hand swept over his head did Wang Yi continue his shot.
Paul had lunged too hard and crashed right into Wang Yi.
But it was no use.
Wang Yi had already released the three-pointer.
Two seconds later.
Swish!
The three-pointer went in.
Beep—
The referee's whistle sounded at the same time.
The entire TD Garden fell silent.
This was Wang Yi's fourth consecutive three-pointer in just 21 seconds.
Every spectator in the arena was stunned.
The Celtics players and coaches were stunned.
All the Celtics