You Stepped Under My Foot? You Could Die! (Part 1)

You Stepped Under My Foot? You Could Die! (Part 1)

Nicole, watching from the sidelines, stood up and clasped her hands in front of her chest, anxiously praying for Wang Yi.

Some Warriors fans were gloating at that moment.

But some of their fans had also fallen silent.

During the game, it was normal for opponents to taunt each other and talk trash.

But if someone really got hurt, even some of the more reasonable fans didn't want to see it.

The comments in the Tencent NBA Live Broadcast Room had all gone silent.

Jia Yi clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest. "I hope Brother Yi's okay..."

Wang Meng and Yang Yi also looked grave.

"Ah, at this point in the game, we really can't afford any more injuries."

"I hope his foot's okay."

Yao Ming looked even more serious.

He didn't say anything.

He had once been plagued by foot injuries, and eventually had to retire early because of them.

China Basketball had finally produced a rare talent like Wang Yi, who was playing as the team's leader in a win-or-go-home Game 7.

If the Kings made it past the Warriors and reached the Finals, Wang Yi would be the only Chinese player ever to compete in the NBA Finals as a team's leader.

But now Wang Yi was injured, casting a shadow over the Kings' prospects.

As the chairman of the Basketball Association, this was the last thing he wanted to see.

In an ordinary residential neighborhood in a city in China,

Wang Yi's parents watched everything unfold on the screen.

His mother's heart clenched.

Her distress was nothing like that of ordinary fans.

Ordinary fans mostly felt regret. If Wang Yi really was injured, it would be a huge loss for China Basketball as