Even Wang Yi hadn't expected that the casual shot he'd tossed up would go in, so he lay on the floor and smugly gave Mane a little shoulder shimmy.
Mane could only manage a wry smile.
The boss was still the boss.
Only now, he was the opponent.
Over on the Kings' side, all the players shook their heads helplessly.
Bond shook his head as he said, "I knew it. I knew it."
Tures clasped both hands over his head. "Now I finally understand how our opponents used to feel."
De'Anthony was also holding his head, unable to believe it.
From the coach down to the players, everyone on the Kings knew Wang Yi all too well. They knew what he was capable of, and they knew what he would do in moments like this.
But when it actually happened to them, they still found it hard to believe.
The fans in the arena were already going wild.
Nearly twenty thousand people, and not one of them was sitting down.
Everyone was jumping, shouting, and hugging one another in excitement.
The little chubby dragon mascot was also swaying his hefty body as he held up a sign with one word on it: loudly.
Louder!
Phoenix Legend kept rousing the crowd with their soaring, passionate voices.
Pang Bo, Zhang Jiacheng, and the others pulled Wang Yi to his feet, then excitedly slapped hands with him one after another.
"Brother Yi, you're incredible!"
"Brother Yi, you're the man!"
When Wang Yi stepped to the free-throw line, Phoenix Legend led the crowd in a chant.
"MVP!"
"MVP!"
"MVP!"
Nearly twenty thousand fans in the arena joined in, shouting "MVP" in unison.
It was the home crowd's recognition of their franchise player.
There were usually two situations in which a player earned MVP chants.