Because Wang Yi launched fast attacks one after another.
At the end of the third quarter, the point difference widened to 22 points.
When Wang Yi came off the court, both Nongmei and James stood up to greet him.
They originally thought that when Wang Yi leads the team, they just need to ensure that the point difference is not further narrowed.
As a result, the point difference continued to widen as soon as Wang Yi came on the court.
This makes them a little embarrassed.
The point difference is close as soon as the game begins, and widens as soon as the game ends.
It makes us seem so incompetent.
James and Wang Yi gave high-fives: "Brother, you are really a fast break prince. Your fast break is simply mind-numbing."
Wang Yi was hit so hard that he almost fell down.
James quickly stretched out his hand to support him.
Looking at Wang Yi's face again, he was as pale as paper again.
Because of the pain, Wang Yi's expression looked a little ferocious.
Drops of sweat as big as beans reflected the bright light under the lights of the scene.
He opened his mouth wide and swallowed the air crazily.
But even so, this little oxygen in the air cannot make up for the consumption just now.
His physical energy was almost exhausted.
His lips have turned white.
This terrible altitude sickness tortured him to the point of death.
He gulped down the water.
Then he lay down directly in front of the bench.
Lying down is the fastest way to restore physical fitness.
The team doctor quickly came over and asked Wang Yi how he was feeling.
If we can no longer persist, Wang Yi must not be allowed to play again.
Wang Yi shook his head slightly: "I...ok."
Coach Vogel originally wanted to plan his play in the fourth quarter.
But seeing Wang Yi like this, I couldn't bear to disturb him.
"Wang, you can rest right after the start of the fourth quarter."
Vogel said.
"Hoo-ho-ho-"
Wang Yi was still swallowing air.
"Coach...I have an idea..."
He spoke with difficulty while swallowing air.
Vogel bent down and half-knelt in front of Wang Yi, and put his ear to his side: "Don't worry, speak slowly."
James, Big Eyebrow and other Lakers players also gathered around.
This picture looks a bit weird.
It was like Wang Yi was leaving, and all these relatives and friends came to pay his respects.
The impression given to the audience was that this guy suffered from severe altitude sickness, and the team doctor, coach, and teammates all passed by.
It seems that this guy is designated to be unable to play in the fourth quarter.
But this time, few viewers laughed at Wang Yi.
Wang Yi tried his best as soon as he came on the court.
Give it your all for the competition.
Such players deserve their respect.
"Thank God! This guy is finally going down!"
"This guy is so scary that he finally can't play anymore."
"He was risking his life just for a game."
Of course, there are also a small number of viewers who are still mocking.
A white young man in his thirties shook his head: "Sure enough, I was right, he is really a patient."
Then he put his hands in the shape of a trumpet and put them to his mouth, shouting to Wang Yi on the sidelines:
"The patient, please go back to the hospital. Don't embarrass yourself here."
He had ridiculed this Chinese man like this many times before.
Every taunt will cause the surrounding audience to follow suit.
At that time, he felt like a king in the wind.
Everyone in the world puts themselves first.
But this time, it was beyond his expectation.
After he shouted these words, the people around him not only did not follow suit, but instead looked at him with strange eyes.
A black man next to him looked at him in disbelief:
"Hey, brother, isn't there something wrong with you? Why are you mocking him?"
The white young man frowned: "Is there something wrong? Didn't you mock him just now?"
The black boy's chest puffed up: "It was just now, and now is now. Shouldn't we respect a person who does his best on the court? Move your head and think about it, have you ever had this before?
Like him, have you ever risked your life for one thing? Have you ever?"
"So this time, let's give this Oriental a little respect, okay?"
The white young man wanted to refute, but saw that the eyes of the people around him were not very friendly.
He had no choice but to swallow the words in his mouth.
I could only mutter in my heart: "What kind of poison have these guys been poisoned with? What kind of medicine was given to them by that Oriental man?"
Commentator Sanders saw Wang Yi lying there, and his teammates and team doctors came forward to ask, and he was relieved:
"Obviously, Wang's altitude sickness was too severe and he couldn't hold on."
Brown combed his fingers through those lonely, cold hairs:
"Thank God, he finally couldn't play again. After all, no one wants to see a guy on the basketball court who will risk his life as soon as he comes on."
Sanders, who was always excited, was a little emotional at this time:
"I think...were we too mean to him before? He suffered from altitude sickness, but he still fought hard and performed such a terrible performance when he came on the field. Such a guy deserves our respect."
Brown nodded and kept his gaze on the computer screen in front of his desk, looking at Wang Yi lying on the ground as if he was seriously ill.
"He is a tough guy, a real man. I apologize for the offensive language I used against him before."
"I think we should remember this man and remember his name."
Sanders laughed: "Why does it sound like a farewell ceremony?"
Brown laughed too.
But this time neither of them had any intention of ridiculing.
"He is a man from China - that mysterious country, Los Angeles Lakers, No. 1. Yi Wang!"
Sanders shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no... we should respect their country's culture. In their culture, the surname is placed before the first name."
Brown scratched his head, and the hair that had been finally combed was messed up again.
But he didn't care at all. He smiled apologetically and said, "Sorry, he is a man from China, Los Angeles Lakers, No. 1, Wang Yi!"
The Chinese name he pronounces is not standard.
But I can make the other party explain and say my name in broken Mandarin.
Wang Yi has won their respect.
In the United States, those Chinese Americans watching the TV broadcast had tears in their eyes at this moment.
In this so-called free country, discrimination against black people is everywhere.
But there is more discrimination against Asians and yellow people.
Is the so-called freedom the freedom to discriminate?
Discriminate against whoever you want to discriminate against?
It is difficult for yellow people to get rid of these discriminations and prejudices, so how can they gain their respect?
But today, Brother Yi did it.
He won the respect of at least 70% of the fans at the scene.
It even made two commentators say this during the live broadcast.
Brother Yi...it's not easy!
The Nuggets coach was also a little moved.
He looked at Wang Yi, who was lying on the ground diagonally across the court, surrounded by many people.
Has this guy finally fallen?
But although he also admires this guy in his heart, he can't play now, which is definitely a good thing for the Nuggets.
However, what he didn't know was that Wang Yi said to head coach Vogel at this time:
Chapter completed!