Whoosh—
The ball flew straight through the hoop and net. Nothing but net.
The net didn't even move.
"Wooooo!"
The crowd erupted again.
"Rooooar!"
The dragon's roar rang out again.
The lead was back down to two points.
Wang Meng was already numb to Wang Yi's incredible shots. He said expressionlessly, "Teacher Yang, what do you think?"
Yang Yi imitated Di Renjie's manner and tone, clasped his hands, and said, "My lord, there's definitely something fishy about this!"
After that, they both burst out laughing.
They had no idea that their offhand joke had hit the nail on the head. There really was something fishy going on.
After Wang Yi made that shot, the Hornets seemed so shocked by it—or perhaps something else had thrown them off—that Wembanyama somehow missed an uncontested layup right under the basket.
The Raptors grabbed the rebound and pushed up the court.
Wang Yi saw Wembanyama just past the center line and headed straight for him.
Then he raised a hand and called for the ball from Zhang Jiacheng, who quickly passed it to him.
Wang Yi leaned his body against Wembanyama and immediately launched the ball toward the basket.
Wembanyama had never dreamed that Wang Yi would insist on coming right up beside him to receive the ball, then launch a shot toward the basket while still practically standing at midcourt.
He hadn't even tried to stop him.
When every spectator saw Wang Yi fling the ball toward the hoop in such a wildly irresponsible way, they were all dumbfounded.
Every eye was wide open.
Coach Dako put both hands on his head. "Oh, no!"
Yang Yi and Wang Meng were just as stunned.
"This is the Eastern Conference Finals, not some game!"
Amid the fans' doubts, there came a loud bang.
The basketball