What the hell!
19 out of 20!
How am I supposed to beat this?!
The fifty-odd students in the basketball class were all stunned by Lin Yi's terrifying power.
Even Zhang Wei was speechless. How was he so skilled?
How did he train normally?
"Lin, Teacher, I'm impressed," Jiang Yajun said in a daze.
He knew his own level. This man had hit 19 in a row, and the last one was a blind throw. Otherwise, he could've gotten that too. He wasn't human!
Was this the legendary Lin Ritian of China?
"Since you give up, let's go back and do the suicide sprints," Lin Yi said. "Do three sets now, each set 20 times."
"Ah?! We were just talking about two sets, and now it's three sets?" Fu Qingshan said.
"If you don't want to do it, you can come up and try," Lin Yi said. "Same old rules. If you beat me, you don't have to go to class anymore. If you lose, it'll be four sets."
