Pang Bo launched a long pass downcourt.
At that moment, Wang Yi had only just reached the half-court line with Frank.
As the ball came flying toward them, the two hurriedly turned and ran toward the Raptors' frontcourt.
Once again, Frank was in the better position to receive the ball, but after catching it, he still didn't choose to go up for a layup himself.
Instead, he twisted his waist in midair and tossed the ball straight off the backboard.
The pass was just as flamboyant as ever.
His passing form in midair lacked any hint of masculine vigor, displaying only a soft, graceful beauty.
Wang Yi leaped high, caught the ball one-handed in midair, let out a roar, and slammed it into the basket.
The dunk was pure violent artistry, with not a trace of softness.
Frank's pass and Wang Yi's dunk were complete opposites.
Together, the pass and the dunk gave the spectators a taste of something different.
"If I watched Frank's pass on its own, I'd just think it was flashy and gross. But paired with Wang Yi's dunk, it seems to have a certain charm."
A local Toronto fan said.
A Chinese descendant explained, "That's because Brother Yi's masculine vigor balances out Frank's softness. Once yin and yang are in harmony, you can appreciate the beauty."
The Toronto fan didn't understand yin and yang, but nodded as if he'd grasped something.
Wang Yi added another two points, naturally boosting his stamina by another 2%.
When they turned back, Frank still wanted to slap hands with Wang Yi. Wang Yi pointed toward the backcourt. "Get back on defense first."
Frank could only give Wang Yi another resentful look before running back with him.
This time, they got back in time and didn't let the Timberwolves start a