Many of Wang Yi's game-winning shots in the past had actually been helped along by the system.
But today's game-winner had come with no help from the system at all.
He'd even thought that last shot had been nothing but a wild-ass toss. He'd just flung the ball up, and if it went in, great. If not, there was nothing he could do about it.
He'd already prepared himself for the loss.
Yet even he hadn't expected that after such a careless toss, he'd get unbelievably lucky and actually make it.
He hadn't thought a pie could really fall from the sky straight into his mouth.
And without the system's boost, hitting a game-winner felt completely different from doing it with the system's help.
Even when the system helped him hit a game-winner, he was happy, but deep down he always felt that the credit belonged to the system.
It had little to do with him.
But when he hit a game-winner without the system's help, even if he'd gotten lucky, the excitement and sense of achievement were far greater.
It was like playing a game.
If you used cheats to reach max level instantly and then slaughtered your enemies, there wouldn't be much of a sense of achievement.
But by contrast, if you painstakingly fought monsters and leveled up on your own, then finally reached max level and killed your sworn enemy with your own hands,
the two feelings couldn't even be compared.
As Wang Yi lowered his fist, all his teammates, coaches, and staff—on and off the court—rushed onto the floor like mad.
They charged straight at Wang Yi.
They surrounded him, and Pang Bo lifted him up in one sweep. Everyone else crowded around Wang Yi and Pang Bo, hugging and celebrating wildly.
And this celebration was