In that situation, Wang Yi jumped to his highest point.
Relying almost entirely on the strength of his wrist—which gave him better control—he gave his right wrist a gentle flick.
The basketball spun backward as it sailed toward the hoop.
At that moment, the orange basketball was like a glittering disco ball in a bar, drawing the eyes of all ten players on the court;
the eyes of more than twenty thousand fans in the arena;
and the eyes of tens of millions of fans around the world!
By the time the ball was halfway there, the red lights around the backboard had already lit up.
It was as if the gates of hell had opened.
A shrill buzzer blared from the hoop.
Beep—
Like the whisper of a demon.
As the buzzer sounded and the lights came on, the entire scene seemed to freeze.
In reality, it had only taken a few seconds.
But to everyone watching, it felt as if a century had passed.
Like in Slam Dunk, where one game-winning shot could take an entire episode to play out.
The basketball glided silently through the air.
The players and fans, their faces wearing every kind of expression, came into view one by one.
The episode would play all the way to its end, and then you'd realize the game-winning shot still hadn't gone in.
That brief flight of less than two seconds felt like a century to every viewer.
The ball's flight toward the hoop was like a space agency livestreaming Mars crashing into the moon for the entire world.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on that Mars.
Closer, closer, closer still.
The hearts of the more than twenty thousand fans in the arena and the tens of millions of fans around the world seemed to be gripped