Wang Yi lost his balance, so naturally he couldn't make the shot.
The referee blew the whistle immediately, calling Noah for a shooting foul.
Wang Yi went to the line for three shots.
These days, defenders were allowed to keep a hand on an outside shooter while he was shooting. But if you leaped at him and knocked him to the floor, of course the referee would call a foul.
Lissalo's expression darkened.
He looked at Wang Yi, then at Noah.
This young guy really was a fucking idiot.
Sending Wang Yi to the line for three shots was no different from letting him take a three-pointer.
Oh, no.
There was a difference.
Wang Yi's three-point percentage wasn't quite that high—it was only 42%.
But if you put him at the free-throw line, even though his percentage had dropped this season, he was still hitting 94%.
That was basically a guaranteed three points.
Sure enough, Wang Yi stepped up to the line and casually sank all three free throws.
The other team came back down and continued their attack.
This time, Noah made a nifty hook shot under the basket, keeping the gap at ten points.
After scoring, Noah glanced back at Wang Yi.
The look said, You may be playing well, but I'm no slouch either.
It was the Raptors' turn to attack.
As Wang Yi ran around a screen, he saw that he'd shaken Noah off, but Noah was tugging at his jersey.
Wang Yi went with it, tipping his body to the side and falling straight to the floor.
Wang Yi was the focus of the whole arena, and the referee had been watching him closely. So the referee was very quick to call fouls committed by Wang Yi—and fouls committed against him.
The referee blew the