Wang Yi's midcourt, 360-degree pull-up three-pointer stunned everyone—not even considering the outcome, just the shooting motion alone was enough.
To take a shot like that in the final seconds of overtime in a do-or-die Game 7 of the Western Conference Finals—
There was only one player in the world who could do it. No one else came close.
At that moment, the basketball carried the gaze of tens of millions of fans as it continued toward the hoop.
Swish—
A soft sound.
Nothing but net.
The net fluttered gracefully.
The sound lingered in the air.
Unlike Wang Yi's usual game-winners, which sounded like cannon blasts,
this basket was like a delicate butterfly drawn to the fragrance of a white flower—the net.
It fluttered its wings and landed lightly on the blossom.
Time stopped at 2.3 seconds.
The score was 135 to 133!
The Kings were up by two!
The entire Chase Center Arena fell utterly silent.
Like a quiet tomb.
The Warriors hurriedly called timeout.
All the Kings players rushed toward Wang Yi like madmen.
Wang Yi simply raised his left hand high and clenched it into a fist.
As if he meant to punch through the dome that had pressed down on them all night.
On the sidelines, amid the hostile stares of the Warriors fans around her, Nicole jumped up and down, shouting to her heart's content, "Wang, I love you—oh, you're my superhero! Wang, I love you—"
Back in China, in the Tencent NBA Live Broadcast Room,
that piercing voice rang out once more:
"Whoaaaa—"
"Brother Yi is amazing—"
"Brother Yi is amazing—"
"Brother Yi is amazing—"
At the same time, in an office at a basketball arena somewhere in China,
Mai La Ji Chi slammed both fists against the back of the sofa.
He roared himself