When everyone saw the wicked smile on Wang Yi's face and his gesture, they were all completely baffled.
Shaquille O'Neal and LeBron James were both stunned.
Even though James had always thought Wang Yi was a genius at strategy, unpredictable and elusive, watching him call three timeouts in a row still made his scalp tingle.
"Holy shit! What's this move? Three timeouts in a row?!"
Normally, teams only called consecutive timeouts in the final, most crucial possession or two of a game, when they couldn't get the ball inbounds and needed to avoid a five-second violation.
But today, the Kings hadn't even gotten the ball inbounds. Their players hadn't even stepped onto the court yet, and Wang Yi had already called another timeout.
No wonder James was so shocked.
O'Neal was just as bewildered.
"The thing is, after calling three timeouts in a row, Wang Yi didn't draw up any plays or tell his players what to do. He just sat there resting. Did he call all three timeouts just to let everyone rest?"
"I don't understand. I really don't."
The Chinese commentator, Yu Jia, was also baffled.
"Three consecutive timeouts... Sorry, but with more than thirty years of professional experience, I really can't figure out why Wang Yi called three timeouts at this point. And between the timeouts, he didn't draw up a play or tell anyone what to do. He just sat there quietly, resting. Is he really tired? That doesn't make sense."
Xu Jingyu stared, sucking in air with a hiss as he scratched the back of his head, looking completely lost.
"Hiss... What's Brother Yi's move here? It's making my head spin."
Across the court, everyone on the Timberwolves, from the head coach to the Water Boy, cast suspicious looks toward Wang Yi, who was sitting