In six minutes, the Raptors got two points from Zhang Jiacheng and an assist.
Hachimura scored two on a second-chance basket under the rim.
Dauding also drew a foul and made one of two free throws.
Five points in six minutes—that was all the Raptors managed.
Besides those seven three-pointers, the Celtics also had several chances to score on fast breaks.
By the end of the third quarter, the Celtics had quickly surged back ahead of the Lakers and stretched the lead to 20 points.
The score now stood at 90–110.
Many spectators had been focused on Baiyin treating Wang Yi. When they finally looked back at the score, they were all stunned.
"Holy crap, what just happened?"
"The Raptors needed only half a quarter to erase a 20-point deficit earlier. Now the Celtics have stretched the lead back to 20, and they did it in just half a quarter too!"
"Damn, it's over!"
Xu Jingyu took a deep breath, gulped down half a glass of cola, then shook his head and said:
"It's over, it's over. The deficit is back to 20."
"What? You say Brother Yi will come back? Judging by the state he's in, it's not even certain he'll return. And even if he can, after an injury like that to his right foot, will he still be in the same form as before?"
"Let's say he does have that same red-hot form. But look at the Celtics—they're playing even better than before."
"At this rate, they can easily score 35 to 40 points this quarter. If they score 40, the Raptors will have to put up 60 in a quarter to catch up. Can he score 60 in one quarter?"
"What? You say Brother Yi can score 60 in one quarter? That's laughable. Brother Yi is