Wang Yi said with a smile, "If you don't mind me being covered in sweat, then go ahead and hug me."
Donnie spread his arms and pulled Wang Yi into a hug. "Oh God, are you kidding me? I get to hug the greatest player in the world, maybe even the greatest athlete in history. I don't care if you're covered in sweat—if you were covered in mud, I'd still hug you. It's an honor!"
Wang Yi laughed. "That's what you say, but your son doesn't seem to agree. He's been picking on the greatest player in the world nonstop."
Robert Downey Jr. replied, "Oh, really? Then he's in for a rough time."
"A rough time?"
"Yeah. I heard he scored ten points in a single quarter against you, and the little guy's pretty pleased with himself. Young people don't know you, but I do. You may look like you're just incredibly talented, but I know the scariest thing about you is how cunning and devious you are. I'd better start praying for my son."
Wang Yi laughed out loud. "Am I really that awful in your eyes? He's actually pretty good."
Donnie simply made the sign of the cross over his chest. "The more you say that, the more worried I get."
As the two of them joked around, Donnie's attention shifted to the court.
The Raptors had already finished their first possession, but this lineup's offense was so limited that they hadn't scored.
The commentators, Reggie Miller and JJ Redick, were both baffled.
"Why would Coach Dako put out a lineup like this? Aside from Point Guard Zhang Jiacheng, almost none of these players can create their own offense."
"Zhang Jiacheng can create some scoring chances, but the others have almost no offensive ability."
JJ Redick said, "What