"He scored!"
After a while of silence, someone shouted in surprise.
Everyone's expression became incredulous.
That throw was amazing. The trajectory was perfect!
'Don't tell me… that person is a basketball expert?'
"Coincidence! This must be a coincidence! He just got lucky!" Zhuo Hang grunted coldly. His expression seemed unpleasant.
"One more time! You can be the offense again! I don't believe that you'll score again," Zhuo Hang picked up the ball and threw it at Tang Hao.
Tang Hao took the ball. He said nothing but grinned mischievously.
He did not bother feinting. He threw the ball straight ahead casually. It did not look like he used much force.
The ball flew high up in the air once more.
"Another three-pointer?" Zhuo Hang was surprised, then his face displayed an expression of mockery.
