Hart caught the ball and launched a Three-Point Shot.
Clang!!
A crisp clang rang out as the ball bounced off the rim once again.
The tables had turned. In the blink of an eye, the Knicks had fallen into a brief scoring drought themselves.
Gobert grabbed the rebound once again.
The Mavericks tried to launch another fast break.
This time, however, Chen Xi chose to foul, stopping their transition push outright.
"Don't rush. Keep shooting, and shoot with confidence! We won't keep missing forever! And they can't keep making Kyrie take shots that difficult."
As they got back into their defensive positions, Chen Xi "conspired out loud" with George and Hart nearby.
Both nodded at his words.
In truth, they already knew all of that.
Chen Xi was simply making his stance clear.
As the team's leader, his unwavering support for their shooting might give them even more confidence.
At the other end, the Mavericks went on offense.
Irving inbounded the ball from the sideline to Doncic.
Doncic caught it and moved to the left side of the top of the key to run the offense.
He waved PJ up for another On-ball Screen, then put the ball on the floor and drove into the paint before passing to Little Jones near the weak-side sideline.
Little Jones caught the ball and drove from his spot, charging into the lane before stopping and spinning, trying to lay it in after getting a step past Rose.
But Chen Xi rotated back in time. He sprang into the air, rising every bit as quickly as his opponent, and caught up with the softly lofted ball.
Smack!!
A perfectly clean block!
He swatted the ball straight toward Hartenstein!
Hartenstein secured it, and the Knicks pushed the counterattack!
Hart turned and raced upcourt, received the