At that moment, when Wang Yi stepped onto the court, everyone in the arena was stunned.
"Are you kidding me? He only rested for two minutes?"
"He's coming in right at the start of the fourth?"
"Fuck, is this guy made of iron?"
On the sidelines, Celtics head coach Joe Mazzulla looked completely dazed when he saw Wang Yi take the court.
He had just told his players that Wang Yi wouldn't be able to play for the first two minutes of the fourth quarter, and that they needed to seize that opportunity to cut into the lead.
And now the guy was back on the court.
Wasn't that making a fool of me?
More importantly, after pulling something like this, what were his players supposed to think of him?
Sure enough, every player on the court and on the sidelines, along with the assistant coaches, was looking at Mazulla.
Coach, weren't you just saying Wang Yi needed another two minutes of rest?
Was everything they said in fairy tales a damn lie?
Over at the Commentary Booth, Pierce looked just as surprised.
Reggie Miller was a little surprised too, but mostly he was enjoying Pierce's misfortune.
"Pierce, what was it you said just now?"
Pierce's face darkened. "I forgot."
"Hahahaha!" Reggie Miller burst out laughing. "Pierce, your skin's getting thicker by the day."
Once play resumed, the Celtics went on offense.
Wang Yi led his players in hounding the Celtics.
The Celtics hadn't expected Wang Yi to come back so suddenly, and they were caught off guard.
Under the Raptors' relentless pressure, they couldn't even get a shot off within twenty-four seconds.
The referee called a shot-clock violation.
When the Raptors went on offense, they were facing a zone defense, but Wang Yi wasn't fazed in the slightest.
He