Don't Trust Strange Old Men

Don't Trust Strange Old Men

Golden 1 Center.

Time seemed to stand still, the image frozen in place.

The frozen picture looked black and white.

Only Wang Yi, at the very center of the image and high above everyone else, was in color.

He wore a sea-blue No. 0 jersey and the red-and-white championship shoes known as the Dragon King Battle Boots. The golden character "I" on the heel shone brilliantly.

The basketball left his fingertips, slowly picking up speed as it spun.

It followed the trajectory he had planned, gliding toward its predetermined target.

The red lights around the backboard came on, as if marking the basket's coordinates for him.

The buzzer let out a sharp sound.

Beep—

As if pointing the basketball in the right direction.

Like sending a satellite into orbit around the Earth.

After following its long arc, the basketball finally dropped precisely into the hoop.

Swish—

A game-winning three!

A Logo three-point game-winning shot!!

A Logo three-point game-winner through a Two-man Trap!!!

Just like every game-winner before it, this one sent a deafening roar rolling through Golden 1 Center.

It was Wang Yi's sixth game-winning shot of the season.

At the same time, all 17,500 spectators in the arena stretched out both arms and repeatedly bowed toward Wang Yi in worship.

And those 17,500 spectators actually shouted a phrase in Chinese.

"Long live our Emperor, long live, long live!"

"Long live our Emperor, long live, long live!"

"Long live our Emperor, long live, long live!"

Back home, the fans had been swept up in excitement and elation. Hearing the crowd's chant, they all froze for a moment.

What were they chanting?

When they realized what it was, they all burst out laughing.

"Damn, my Brother Yi has conquered the West!"

"Qin Shi Huang couldn't do