Besides, the photographer hadn't taken just one picture.
He'd used burst mode, so the camera kept taking pictures automatically.
The time shown in the photos kept getting shorter.
0.9 seconds, 0.7 seconds, 0.5 seconds, 0.3 seconds.
Finally, just as the basketball was nearing the rim,
the timer hit zero.
Beep—
The buzzer's piercing sound rang through the arena!
The red lights around the backboard came on!
And Wang Yi was just about to walk out of the frame.
The left two-thirds of the picture showed the basketball, the rim, and the timer.
On the right third, Wang Yi was walking toward the sideline, as if none of this had anything to do with him.
And just as the photo was taken, the basketball dropped straight through the rim.
At that moment, almost all the Lakers fans in the arena were clutching their heads, looking disbelieving, frustrated, desperate, and dejected.
When Ball Dad, who had already stood up, saw the shot go in, he clenched his fist and slammed it hard against the back of his seat.
"Damn you, Fuck King! Damn you, Fuck King—"
It was as if Wang Yi had killed his father and stolen his wife.
The Lakers players on the court watched the scene one by one. Some clutched their heads in frustration, some hung their heads, and some stood frozen in shock.
Big Ball stared fixedly at the scoreboard.
85:145.
A crushing 60-point defeat.
It was also the biggest margin of defeat in his professional career.
He could hardly believe it. It was unbelievable.
Second Ball was under the basket at that moment.
When the ball came down, it bounced right in front of him, and he kicked it away.
He was utterly dejected, and in that moment, he even felt completely hopeless.
A staggering 60-point