Spike Lee had been riding Wang Yi all through the first half.
Even when Wang Yi passed by him on his way off the court, Spike Lee was still riding him.
But it was obvious he lacked conviction.
Imagine your team was down by 17 at halftime. Would you have the nerve to trash-talk the opposing team's star?
And when you were down by 17, the opposing team's star couldn't even be bothered to pay attention to you.
Would you still have the nerve to keep trash-talking him?
Wang Yi heard Spike Lee hurling insults at him nonstop. He glanced at Spike Lee, shook his head, and let a disdainful smile tug at the corner of his mouth.
It was like an adult watching a child call him a bad person.
That disdainful smile from Wang Yi was caught by the broadcast director and shown on the big screen, instantly enraging the Knicks fans in the arena.
One burly Knicks fan immediately roared:
"Fuck King!"
"Fuck King!"
"Fuck King!"
The rest of the fans were just as incensed. They all raised their fists and roared in unison.
"Fuck King!"
"Fuck King!"
"Fuck King!"
Wang Yi was heading off the court when he heard the crowd's insults. He paused.
Then he bent at the waist, placed his right hand over his chest, and gave a gentlemanly bow.
It was as if he were saying, "Thank you."
That only fueled the crowd's fury.
The fans cursed him even louder.
"Fuck King!"
"Fuck King!"
"Fuck King!"
Wang Yi paid them no more attention. Smiling, he walked into the Player Tunnel.
Xu Jingyu, at the Commentary Booth on the sidelines, heard the crowd's rhythmic chant of "Fuck King" go on and on without stopping.
He couldn't help but remark:
"Hearing them