A Buzzer-Beating Game-Winner (Part 2)
Ten seconds left. Down by two.
The Golden 1 Center was silent.
DJ, who had been keeping the crowd pumped up all night, had taken his hands off the keyboard.
Shuangye stared intently at Wang Yi on the court.
All the celebrities sitting courtside had gotten to their feet.
Beckham, Jay Chou, Gu Ailing...
Who could stay seated at a moment this tense?
In a suite on the fourth floor, Nicole and Anjiali had also stood up, tense with anticipation.
They clasped hands tightly, each feeling the dampness of the other's palm.
In the ninth row, Wang Yiren had taken off her glasses.
Her clear, bright eyes were fixed on the man on the court.
The man destined to become a hero to this city.
Outside the Golden 1 Center, the more than thirty thousand people in the plaza were also gripping their hands tensely and holding them to their chests as they prayed in silence.
But even as they prayed, their palms were already sweating.
In the Tencent NBA Live Broadcast Room.
Wang Meng had stopped pounding the desk. Instead, he clenched his right hand into a fist and said, "Oh, this is so tense! Brother Yi, you've got this! Go, Kings!"
The Golden 1 Center.
The head coaches of both teams were sweating at the sidelines.
De'Anthony most of all.
He wanted to shout at Wang Yi to hurry up and shoot, but he was afraid of disrupting Wang Yi's shooting rhythm.
But if he didn't say anything, time would run out.
He was so anxious his little mustache was practically curling up.
And the center of everyone's attention on the court, Wang Yi, remained unhurried, still dribbling slowly.
The Suns didn't send a double-team this time.
If they did, the other Kings