So Wang Yi repeated the same move as before.
He held the ball behind his back with one hand, keeping Morant from stealing it.
Then he smiled at Morant and waited as the clock slowly ticked down.
Seeing Wang Yi act so arrogantly, the fans didn't try to pressure him with boos this time.
Instead, they started hurling insults, all in perfect unison, as if they'd rehearsed it hundreds of times.
The arena DJ joined in, pounding out a powerful rhythm on the keyboard.
First, the DJ switched the keyboard to a drumbeat sound.
Then he pressed two keys, producing a pair of drumbeats.
Boom—boom—
The crowd waved their fists and chanted in unison:
"Soft—King—"
The drums struck again: boom—boom—
The crowd shouted again: "Soft—King—"
Boom—boom—
"Soft—King—"
Boom—boom—
"Soft—King—"
Boom-boom!
"Soft King!"
The drumbeats grew louder and faster;
the crowd's taunts grew louder and faster, too.
Finally, with less than three seconds left on the clock, Brown rushed over to double-team Wang Yi alongside Morant.
If Wang Yi passed the ball now, his teammates might not have enough time to shoot.
That was exactly what the Celtics wanted: double-team Wang Yi at this moment, leaving him no chance to pass and no time to handle the ball, forcing him to take a rushed shot.
By the time Brown joined Morant to trap Wang Yi, there was only one second left on the shot clock.
At last, Wang Yi shot.
He leaped straight up—and backward.
Not only did he jump backward, he also took a fadeaway jumper.
An ordinary person with no training would struggle to shoot even a regular jumper from the three-point line. A fadeaway from beyond the arc would never reach the rim.
Even in the NBA, only a handful of players could shoot from midcourt. A player