Even if the referee really didn't want to call a foul, tens of millions of Wang Yi's fans were watching. If he didn't call it, there'd be no explaining it.
So the referee could only signal to the scorer's table, indicating that Noah had committed his sixth foul and was disqualified from the game.
Noah, who had just been grinning excitedly and roaring up at the sky, now looked a little lost.
An assistant coach came over and led him off the court.
After all, once the referee had called your sixth foul and disqualified you, staying on the court would likely earn you a technical foul on top of that.
On the sidelines, Grizzlies head coach Lissalo sprang to his feet, ready to roar at the referee, but the assistant coach beside him stopped him.
If Lissalo picked up another T, he'd be ejected.
Lissalo knew that too. After venting his anger, he finally forced himself to hold it in and refrained from complaining to the referee.
With Noah gone, Morant was the Grizzlies' only remaining point of attack.
Everyone thought Wang Yi would finally start playing seriously.
The commentator beside the court said, "Wang, maybe it's time to stop."
"Yeah. How many fouls has he drawn tonight? Now that he's drawn Noah out of the game, it's time to stop."
In the stands behind the Raptors' bench, a spectator let out a long yawn.
"This game is making me sleepy. Dragon King, I want to see your domineering dunks and those incredible dribbling moves. I don't want to watch you draw fouls over and over again."
His companion nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I've never fallen asleep watching Wang play before. This is the first time."
A spectator in the row behind them said, "You guys are only sleepy?