The Final Minute Showdown

The Final Minute Showdown

The closer it got to the final moments, the more nervous Joel Johnson became.

But no one else understood what was wrong with Wang Yi.

Not the players, not the coaches, and not the fans.

Especially not the fans in China.

There were only 58 seconds left.

The Clippers had taken a two-point lead.

That sent the entire Clippers team surging with energy.

When the Kings called a timeout and the players came off the court to rest, the Clippers bumped chests and slapped hands in celebration, even throwing their heads back and roaring.

George slapped hands with each of his teammates, loudly cheering them on.

Ibaka also kept shouting his approval.

The Robot, Leonard, still wore his usual blank expression, but his eyes showed how excited he was.

Reggie Jackson, in particular, was roaring at Beverley.

Their assistant coach had stopped him just in time; otherwise, he would have been called for a technical foul.

In the Tencent NBA Live Broadcast Room, the fans had realized something was wrong.

"Oh no. Is Brother Yi hurt?"

"They came back from 26 points down and took a two-point lead, and Brother Yi still hasn't gone in. He must be feeling unwell."

"So what if they took the lead? I'm just praying nothing's wrong with Brother Yi."

In a hotel room in Magic City.

Wang Yiren had no appearances scheduled that morning, so she was watching the game from her hotel.

Seeing that Wang Yi still hadn't gone back in, she was beside herself with worry.

What was wrong with Brother Yi?

Had he sprained his ankle?

Or was his knee sore?

Please, no.

She would rather the Kings miss the Playoffs this season than see Wang Yi get hurt, even a little.

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