The clock showed only two minutes left, and the gap had stretched to sixteen points.
Zheng's heart pounded, his body straining as he fought to close the distance. However, the more he pushed, the more it felt like the game was slipping from his grasp.
All around him, the atmosphere had dampened, filled with the quiet dread of impending loss. Online, fans had begun to voice their disappointment.
"Let's read some of the comments, shall we?" David started off.
"It seems like a lot of Eagle fans who were unable to get the tickets are disappointed," Gina chimed before reading the first one.
"Guess it's still not enough."
"I really thought Zheng would at least make it close."
"It's hard work versus talent, but in the end, talent always wins."
"I want to say—see you next year—but there is no next year. Jian Niu experienced the entirety of his high school career without a single loss."
"What a monster."
