Wang Yi's floater went in again.
When Director Zhang, the courtside commentator, saw that, he clenched his fist, gave it a sharp pump, and shouted, "It's gotta be Wang Yi! It's gotta be Wang Yi! Everyone else on the Raptors is cold tonight. Look at Hachimura, Gates, Pang Bo, Dauding—they're all clanging away and missing!"
"Instead of that, you might as well find a way to get the ball to Wang Yi and let him take care of it."
"And Wang Yi's really come through for everyone. If you dare pass it to him, he'll make it—three for four!"
Over the next two possessions, Wang Yi kept scoring.
Like his previous shots, both were mid-range jumpers.
Seeing that, the Kings' head coach quickly called a timeout.
Even though they were still leading by about ten points, and even though their offense was running smoothly, he had to call a timeout. He couldn't let Wang Yi get into a rhythm.
During the timeout, he barked at his players, "Shut him down! You have to shut him down! Tonight, he's using off-ball movement to run around screens. Give him as much disruption as you can while he's moving around those screens!"
"If he gets away from Danny, whoever's closest to him has to help defend him! Whatever it takes, don't let him get off an uncontested shot!"
On the Raptors' side, Wang Yi told the head coach, "I've found my touch. From here on out, just find a way to get me the ball!"
The coach nodded and immediately addressed the players. "Then we're changing things up. Pang Bo, get the ball at the mid-range. If you think you can take your man, go for it. If not, wait until Wang Yi runs around a screen to you, then hand the ball