Just then, Embiid grabbed the offensive rebound and slammed it home, stretching the lead to twenty points.
The Raptors' head coach immediately called a timeout.
Wang Yi snapped his fingers. "That's right. Now."
The interview with Wang Yi drew a chorus of boos from all the fans in attendance.
The deafening roar swept over the Raptors, especially Wang Yi, like a tidal wave.
As the crowd jeered, the cameras turned to Wang Yi.
But Wang Yi simply smiled, took the reporter's microphone, and said:
"Everybody, open your eyes. The show's about to begin!"
During a game, the courtside reporter's microphone was connected directly to the arena's sound system.
Wang Yi's words were practically a challenge to every Celtics fan, and the Celtics' home arena erupted in an even louder chorus of boos.
"Booooo—"
The boos made several of the Raptors' rookies' scalps tingle.
They even felt a little suffocated.
Big Lock Rock leaned toward Mad Tiger Tagore and muttered, "I'm having a little trouble breathing. How about you?"
Tagore knitted his brows. "That's exactly what they want. So we have to stay focused and not let them get their way."
He clenched his fists, itching to get back on the court.
Meanwhile, seeing the lead reach twenty points left the Raptors fans feeling cold inside.
"Brother Yi, what on earth is going on today?"
"Brother Yi's bold words were pretty inspiring, but that deficit is really hard to look at."
"Brother Yi clearly isn't himself today, and Pang Bo already has four fouls. This is tough. Today's going to be tough."
At TD Garden, in the Celtics' resting area,
Tatum, Brown, and Embiid were all smiling, looking completely relaxed.
Embiid told the others, "The Raptors today are like a lump of clay. If I want to roll them into a