The Chinese livestream chat was already buzzing.
"Instantly transported back to my childhood!"
"I'm tearing up. This is the youth I lost!"
"I never thought this old geezer, already on death's doorstep, would get to hear that song from back in the day while watching the NBA."
In a private box on the fourth floor.
Wang Yi's parents were watching the game with Aunt Niu.
When the three of them heard the song, they exchanged smiles.
By the time the passionate yet tender music ended, more than twenty minutes had passed.
The third quarter finally began.
Wang Yi didn't start the third quarter. Doncic took the floor with Jokic and three other stars.
After all, the All-Star Game was about giving every star a chance to shine.
Though Doncic and Jokic had played a fair amount in the first two quarters, they had spent most of their time setting up their teammates rather than scoring themselves.
So the coach kindly kept them both on the floor.
As for Wang Yi, he had already scored 37 points in the first half. That was more than enough for now, so the coach took him out.
With Wang Yi off the floor, Spoelstra put out Team America's strongest lineup.
Morant, Jalen Green, King Arthur, Antetokounmpo, and Wemby.
The lineup had both overwhelming size and blazing speed.
Against the International Team, led by Jokic and Doncic, they gradually made up the deficit over six minutes.
On the sideline, Team America's head coach, Spoelstra, kept glancing over at Wang Yi.
The assistant beside him knew he was worried about Wang Yi and asked, "Spo, if Wang Yi comes back in, how should we respond? Double-team him again?"
Spo nodded. "That's right. Double-team him."
The assistant coach asked, "What if we double him and he passes