When Lillard and Wang Yi each sank a LOGO three-pointer, the comments in the Tencent NBA Live Broadcast Room went berserk in an instant.
"Lillard, 6666666!"
"Brother Yi is freaking awesome..."
"A three-point shootout? Holy crap!"
"This game has my blood pumping. I'm impressed—seriously impressed!"
In the broadcast room, Wang Xiaoqi watched with her small fists clenched tight, her palms slick with sweat.
When Wang Yi sank that LOGO three, Wang Zixing and Wang Shipeng practically shouted at the same time:
"Oh—"
"My god, my god!"
"He hit it again!"
"They're going at it! Those two are going at it!"
"Watching Damian shoot threes like this is already enough to get anyone's blood pumping. Now Wang Yi's doing it too. I can't even put into words how I feel right now."
"What kind of game is this?"
"Wife, come out and see God with the Bull Demon King. There are two of them!"
The crowd erupted all over again.
"This Lakers No. 1 is actually that good!"
"He's still a long way from conquering the NBA, but he's got some real ability."
On the Lakers' bench, every player was standing and watching.
They waved towels and jerseys, their eyes shining with excitement.
Lakers head coach Vogel looked like he was about to tear up.
At last, the Lakers had a reliable shooter.
If Vogel had been well-versed in Chinese culture, he might have said, Damn, I've never had a roster this stacked in my entire life!
Over the next five minutes, Lillard sank two more threes.
Wang Yi answered with two of his own.
With four minutes left in the game, their shootout finally came to a temporary end.
From the start of the fourth quarter until then, over eight minutes, Lillard had made six threes.
Wang Yi had made