The basketball slipped lightly into the hoop, like a well-behaved little fish gliding into its tank.
Wang Yi turned around and headed back on defense. As he passed Spike Lee by the sideline, he said, "That's the technique you wanted."
Spike Lee wasn't about to back down. He shouted:
"That's all you're good for—cheap little tricks. And those tricks only belong on a streetball court. The pros play fast and efficiently. They get past their opponents with the simplest moves possible. When it comes to that, you're still a baby."
Meanwhile, on the other end, Aleksandar and Jokic worked together to create a chance for Jokic to dunk under the basket. Jokic seized the opportunity and slammed it home with ease.
The Raptors were up next.
As Wang Yi dribbled past Spike Lee by the sideline again, he smiled and said, "Watch closely."
Before the words had even left his mouth, he suddenly accelerated.
In an instant, he darted past King Arthur.
King Arthur had thought Wang Yi would trade a few words with Spike Lee. He hadn't expected Wang Yi to suddenly take off.
Caught off guard, he couldn't keep up, and Wang Yi easily blew past him into mid-range.
Then Wang Yi came to an abrupt stop and sank the two-pointer with ease.
As he passed the sideline, he shrugged at Spike Lee. "See? This is the speed you wanted."
Spike Lee felt a little speechless.
But stubborn by nature, he still stood up and yelled at Wang Yi, "Is that all you've got? What about your other skills? Don't you have a logo three-pointer? Why aren't you shooting those today?"
Spike Lee knew his basketball. Wang Yi hadn't shot well in the second quarter.
And he was zero for three from beyond the arc today.
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