When the orange basketball left his hands, Wang Yi knew it was going in.
Two seconds later,
the ball tore through the net.
At that moment, Wang Yi wondered what had been different about that shot compared to the previous two.
Had someone mocked him again?
But he quickly figured it out, and his eyes lit up!
No one had mocked him before the first two shots, but before that last one, he'd called himself "trash."
And then the feeling of shooting had changed completely.
That was the difference.
Realizing this, Wang Yi was thrilled.
That worked too?
If nobody was going to mock me, then I'll mock myself!
At the thought, he felt as if he'd discovered a whole new world.
He'd already scored 88 points. He wanted to reach 90 before the third quarter ended, giving the fans in the arena an extra treat during the break.
But for the next few minutes, the other team guarded Wang Yi tightly.
He couldn't get open to receive the ball.
Then, with one minute left in the third quarter, Great Emperor Embiid missed a shot. Wang Yi rushed in from the perimeter, leaped high, and snatched the rebound over everyone's heads.
Then he took off in an instant, using Infinite Acceleration to race downcourt.
Paul tried to come over and steal the ball, but Wang Yi spun past him.
Morant tried to grab Wang Yi, but Wang Yi had already seen it coming.
He whipped his arm free, shaking off Morant, and changed direction without slowing down, leaving Tatum behind. Now there wasn't a single defender ahead of him.
As Wang Yi charged toward the three-point line, he shouted:
"Can't score just because three guys are guarding you? And you think you deserve to be called a king?"
As he