"Play basketball." After dropping these words, Shane took the basketball and walked towards the basketball court.
Three-step lay-ups, three-pointers, dunking ... he performed all the problematic moves with flamboyance.
Sitting on a bench on the side, Wyonna watched him leaping on the basketball court and felt a refreshing sensation. Although this man was usually very handsome, he was always cold; at the moment, he seemed more spirited and lively.
In the beginning, she was watching with fascination, but after an hour, she finally couldn't help but yawn and say, "Mr. Shane, how much longer do you intend to play?"
Only then did Shane stop. There were still beads of sweat in his hair, and he walked up to her. The look in his eyes was also fiery, and he asked, "Let me ask you, between Jack and I, who plays basketball better?"
