"Call the score!"
Lin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but everyone heard it crystal clear, as if the sound occurred right inside their hearts, snapping everyone back from their moment of stupor.
Xia Yong looked at Lin Feng and thought that with the way the shooting had just gone, how could there possibly be a good score? This round was already a certain loss, and yet he's asking for the score to be called—completely clueless, he thought. But since Lin Feng was so determined to embarrass himself, let him be embarrassed.
With this in mind, Xia Yong walked over to the scoring machine with a smile, ready to read out the numbers that would bring embarrassment to Lin Feng. But things didn't turn out the way he expected, because as soon as Xia Yong saw the numbers on the scoring machine, his jaw dropped and he was rendered speechless. This… this… this can't be possible!
"Call the score!" Lin Feng, seeing Xia Yong dumbstruck, called out again, prompting Xia Yong to announce the score.
