And when he sent Wang Yi onto the floor, Phil Jackson didn't say a word to him. He just glanced at Wang Yi.
Wang Yi glanced back at Phil Jackson.
Then the two shared a knowing smile.
They both had extremely high basketball IQs. They didn't need to say a thing to know what came next.
So Wang Yi checked in, replacing Achour and Bryce James.
As Wang Yi slapped hands with Achour, he said, "Don't worry, Achour. He drew two fouls on you, so I'm going to get one back from him."
Achour's frustration instantly vanished.
He nodded at Wang Yi. "You've got this, boss."
When Wemby saw Wang Yi take the floor, he couldn't help feeling a jolt of alarm.
Was that guy coming in again?
The Spurs' head coach was just as uneasy when he saw Wang Yi check in. His scalp tingled.
That guy was coming back in.
When the nearly twenty thousand fans at courtside saw Wang Yi take the floor, they erupted in cheers.
And their cheers were remarkably unified.
They weren't chanting "MVP," "Wang Yi," or "Dragon King." They were chanting, "Foul baiting."
"Foul baiting!"
"Foul baiting!"
"Foul baiting!"
Nearly twenty thousand fans in the arena shouted "Foul baiting" in unison.
Even Ray Allen, sitting courtside, laughed.
"Nearly twenty thousand people chanting 'Foul baiting' together," he said with a grin. "That might be a first in NBA history."
Wade nodded. "It might not just be a first in NBA history. It's definitely a first in the history of basketball worldwide."
Ah, poor Wemby. It looked like he was in for another rough night.
Director Zhang laughed too. "Ha ha! More than twenty thousand fans chanting 'Foul baiting' in unison. This is something else!"
Yang Yi nodded. "I'm starting to feel a little sorry