The Raptors' head coach couldn't sit still any longer and immediately called a timeout.
The spectators were a little speechless, too.
With Wang Yi on the court, they felt that a two-point lead was no big deal. Even if they were down by twelve, it still wouldn't be a problem.
But seeing the lead shrink from ten points to just two in a matter of minutes was bound to leave a bad taste in their mouths.
"I'm sure Wang's shot just now was a fluke. Once the timeout's over and he's back on the court, Wang Yi will teach them a lesson."
"These three South Sudanese rookies on the Pistons haven't seen how terrifying Wang is yet."
"Don't worry. My grandpa used to love watching games, but last year he was diagnosed with heart disease. The doctor told us not to let him get excited anymore, so we stopped taking him to games. But today, I brought him to watch the Raptors because I know that with Wang Yi on the team, the Raptors are in good hands. Even if there are a few bumps along the way, they'll definitely win."
The Pistons players were in high spirits as they came off the court.
They slapped hands and bumped chests in celebration.
Their head coach, Billups, and Hamilton exchanged glances, both of them wearing surprised expressions.
They'd thought things would get even more dangerous for them once Wang Yi took the court. But in just three possessions, the Pistons had managed to cut the deficit to two points. It was an unexpected bonus.
So he kept talking, striking while the iron was hot as he encouraged the young players.
By contrast, the Raptors players didn't look too happy as they came off the court.
Wang Yi, in particular, looked a