She had missed many shots, but if this one went in, she could turn it all around.
That's what she thought.
Yet, she still became a burden.
Class 15, the weakest link.
"Mine," Fat Brother shook his head too, very dejected, "I didn't block him well, allowing him to block the shot like that."
Liu Qiming hung his head, even more self-reproachful, "I should've just taken the three-pointer, or drawn a foul..."
"Now, we don't even have a chance to tie the game," another boy, hands down, accepted the reality of losing.
All four of them felt terribly upset.
Even Fat Brother, who had played well today, feeling he could match a starter from Class 26, also felt he'd been completely outplayed by Zhang Hanlin.
In one quarter, they had been caught up by fourteen points.
The advantage Chen Yuan had created was all given back.
His chance to become a legend was ruined by them.
Because just now, each of them had the chance to be a hero.
But every single one fell just a little short...
