After all, they had started the fourth quarter with a 20-point lead, only to find themselves down by two with 45 seconds left—and their opponents were about to shoot a free throw, possibly followed by another.
No one could accept that.
Some spectators with ulterior motives even led a few who didn't know the whole story in booing them.
"Beautiful play! Our guard's got a real head on his shoulders. A steal wasn't enough—he had to pick up a foul and give the other team a free throw, too."
"I've never seen such a brilliant play in my life."
Zhang Jiacheng had fallen to the floor. Now he clenched his fist in frustration and slammed it against the court.
"Damn it!" he cursed.
Pang Bo was also frozen in place.
He'd only been in the NBA for a year and hadn't played many games. This was the first time he'd ever experienced anything like this.
Dauding was just as stunned.
He stared blankly at the scoreboard and the clock.
Were they really about to lose?
What had happened between being up by 20 and falling behind by two?
Hachimura only furrowed his brow.
He'd been playing for many years and had seen plenty of games, so he managed to stay relatively calm.
He knew Wang Yi could work miracles—and had done so many times. But Wang Yi couldn't work one every single time.
He'd lost some games after falling behind in the final minute, too. He'd simply lost fewer than most.
All Hachimura could do now was give Wang Yi everything he had and help turn things around in the final minute.
He turned to Wang Yi. "Wang, what should we do next? I'll do everything I can to help."
Wang Yi nodded at Hachimura and joked, "As expected, Hachimura.