Although Willie Green heard Wang Yi agree not to go all out and to compete using tactics alone, he wasn't excited in the least. Seeing how readily Wang Yi had agreed made him feel a little uneasy.
But it was too late to back out now. The arrow was already nocked; it had to be fired.
In the end, he could only nod. "Fine. I accept."
Wang Yi grinned. "Words alone aren't enough. We should make a little oath."
"What oath?"
Wang Yi held out his pinky. "Do what I do."
Willie Green had no choice but to hold out his pinky too.
Wang Yi hooked his pinky around Willie Green's. As he tugged at Willie's finger with his own, he chanted:
"Pinky promise, cross my heart, a hundred years, never change. Whoever breaks it is a damn turtle."
Willie Green looked completely baffled.
He didn't understand Chinese.
He just figured it might be some kind of Chinese oath-taking ritual.
Since Wang Yi wanted to do it this way, he might as well play along.
All the spectators in the arena, including the two commentators, were just as baffled when they saw this.
"What are they doing?"
"Looks like some kind of finger game kids play."
"Is it over? Has Willie Green gone completely Wang-ified?"
Reggie Miller and his sister Cheryl Miller were also completely confused.
"It looks like some kind of celebratory handshake between teammates, but it's a very strange one. And they're not teammates—they're opponents."
"Could Willie Green have been led astray by Wang Yi? That guy has a way of doing that. No matter who he plays against, he can throw them off and lead them right into a ditch."
When the Chinese fans saw Wang Yi and Willie Green's gesture on screen, and watched Wang Yi