The Celtics fans who had been cheering suddenly fell silent.
In that instant, the entire TD Garden plunged into utter silence.
The smiles of the cheering fans froze on their faces. Their cheers seemed to freeze in their throats, and they could no longer make a sound.
The camera quickly cut to the Raptors' number 0 on the court.
He stood with his back to the far basket.
His right hand pointed skyward.
Behind him, beneath the far basket, the ball bounced slowly.
On the scoreboard above the backboard behind him, the number showing the Raptors' score suddenly changed.
It went from 139 to 142.
At that moment, the entire arena fell silent.
The people who had been cheering and celebrating the Celtics' three-pointer froze all at once, as if the Great Sage had cast a spell to immobilize them.
Their waving arms remained suspended in midair.
Their shouting mouths remained open.
Their jubilant smiles were frozen on their faces.
They were like fossils unearthed by archaeologists, preserved with every expression they had worn in life, yet lifeless and utterly still.
Pierce, who had just been chattering away in the Commentary Booth, was now motionless as well, like a fossil.
He stared fixedly at Wang Yi on the court, then looked at the ball behind him, and finally shifted his gaze from the ball to the scoreboard above the backboard.
His expression conveyed utter disbelief.
Reggie Miller beside him was the complete opposite.
His frustration and shock from a moment ago instantly turned to wild joy.
He was overcome with excitement and frenzy.
A roar burst from his throat—the loudest sound he had ever made in his life.
"Oh—game-winner!"
"Oh my God—a game-winner!"
"My goodness—that's definitely the longest game-winning shot in NBA history!"
"Oh, Mom! How did he even do