Wang Yi's shot was silky smooth as the ball sailed toward the basket.
McCollum had been following him too closely, and he hadn't expected Wang Yi to shoot when he had no room to do so. As a result, his hand was still resting on Wang Yi's waist.
"Beep—"
The referee's whistle sounded.
Swish!
The ball went in.
And-one!
The Lakers' bench erupted once again.
The towels started waving again.
The Lakers on the court came over to slap hands with Wang Yi and celebrate.
Caruso even bumped chests with him.
At the same time, he shouted to the crowd:
"This is Wang! Do you know him now?"
The Trail Blazers' head coach quickly called a timeout.
There was only a little over a minute left in the first quarter, so normally there'd be no need to call one.
But the Lakers' number one had just hit three mid-range shots in a row.
He'd also blocked CJ.
The Lakers had built up momentum, and the coach had to call a timeout to make some adjustments.
He couldn't let Wang Yi keep shooting like that.
The comments in the Tencent NBA Live Broadcast Room were already going wild.
"Damn, are Brother Yi's hands fresh out of the oven?"
"Brother Yi is awesome!"
"He's carried his hot shooting over from the last game!"
"That last mid-range shot was so smooth. Brother Yi must've eaten a lot of Dove chocolate before the game."
As for the haters, Wang Yi's scorching performance had kept them quiet for the moment.
But Brother Xiang, who hadn't shown his face in a while, appeared again today:
"This is only because Lillard isn't playing. When Lillard gets on the court, if Wang Yi's still this hot, I'll eat shit on livestream!"
A fan immediately shot back:
"You're back