The commentator, upon seeing Yan Zao reach under the hoop and watching her move, stood up in surprise and excitement, "What is she going to do? She's going for a dunk."
In that moment, the figure of the woman wearing the number one jersey on the court was a blur, her speed was simply too fast.
Lan Mu also leaned forward in astonishment, clenching his hands tightly atop his thighs.
His eyes fixated on the ball in the woman's hands.
The woman's figure soared like a bird; upon reaching the basketball hoop, she kicked off the ground and sprang up.
"Yan Zao scores a two-point dunk with three steps."
The referee announced excitedly, and as the ten minutes were up, the court referee's whistle followed right after.
"Ahhh, Zaozao has won, Zaozao has won."
Among those present who knew her, almost no one had high hopes for Yan Zao, and no one thought she would win. Zhou Sicheng and the others were all thinking about how to play down the hype of Yan Zao's expected loss.
