Wang Yi faced Tatum and went straight up for a fadeaway jumper, without even attempting a fake.
Right in front of you, and he still sank it!
Tatum had no answer for his fadeaway three-pointer.
After Wang Yi made the shot, the gap narrowed to 13 points.
On the other end, Tatum blew past Wang Yi again. Just like before, he went at Wang Yi's left foot. This time, he didn't even use a fake. He took the ball and drove straight past Wang Yi on his left.
Wang Yi couldn't put weight on his right foot without pain, so he couldn't shift over in time. Tatum reached the free-throw line and easily sank a pull-up jumper.
Tatum raised his chin at Wang Yi again. "Getting past you is like crossing an empty street at dawn."
Wang Yi just smiled and nodded at the taunt. "Good job!"
On the other end, facing Tatum, he sank another Three-pointer right over him.
The gap was down to 12 points.
Then Tatum suddenly realized why Wang Yi kept saying "good job" whenever Tatum taunted him after scoring.
Because apart from that first basket, every shot he'd made since had been worth Two points, while Wang Yi's shots were worth three.
So even though Tatum's offensive efficiency was still very high, the gap was slowly closing.
Once he understood, Tatum launched a three-pointer on the next possession.
But there was an old saying: trying to outshoot Wang Yi from three was as good as handing him a free kill.
Tatum had already made three shots in a row. And now, although he'd called for the ball against Wang Yi, whose injured right foot kept him from pushing off properly, Tatum simply took a rightward side-step jumper. Wang Yi couldn't get a hand up in