"She's familiarized herself with every single one of Lu Fei's moves."
Six minutes had passed in the game, and for the most part, the ball was in Lu Fei's hands, but whenever Lu Fei went for a shot, in a blink of an eye, Yan Zao would snatch it away; neither of them had scored.
As time was only ten minutes, everyone became more and more tense.
When eight minutes had elapsed, Lu Fei once again had the ball, and she immediately dashed towards the basket. Her supporters stood up excitedly, shouting at the top of their lungs.
"Lu Fei must win."
"Come on, Lu Fei!"
Each face was flushed from yelling, almost wishing they could jump into the game to help Lu Fei.
Yu Yesang had been calmly sitting beside Zhou Sicheng and the others; as the last two minutes of the game approached, seeing Lu Fei getting hold of the ball once more, she lost control and stood up excitedly.
Her hands nervously rubbed together, her gaze fixed on the ball in Lu Fei's hands.
