"Er Lin, catch the ball!" Brother Niu barked.
A suave crossover dribble and he passed the basketball over.
"Way to go, Brother Niu! Just wait to admit defeat, little brat!" Liang Xiaoling said proudly.
"Hmph! It's not certain who will lose or win yet!" Zhao Ling'er said coldly.
She was secretly seething at Zhang Xiaohao, the show-off. Like, would he die if he didn't show off? I know you're capable, but why with just one hand? If you lose because of this...
"Oh!" She hadn't finished mumbling to herself.
Two pitch-black eyes followed Zhang Xiaohao's every move, keeping tabs on him.
Zhang Xiaohao suddenly leapt into the air, intercepting the flying basketball.
With a single hand, he slammed it on the ground, stood at midcourt, and executed a perfect shot!
Splash!
The basketball went in just like that.
"Am I dreaming? Did that just go in? And from beyond the three-point line? Just scored three points in one shot?" Zhao Ling'er said.
She came back to her senses.
