"Let's do it then."
Liang Zhouyue wanted to win, to then play the runaway and make Jiang Li let her off the hook.
It would be best if she didn't have to go to Zhuhai.
So, she picked up the basketball from the ground, stood behind the three-point line, and, abiding by the rules, prepared to shoot with standard form.
To be honest, in her college elective exams, she only ever made one in three attempts.
It was like a blind cat running into a dead rat.
At that moment, she hardly had any confidence.
The first ball she threw lacked strength, and it didn't go in.
The second ball still lacked strength, and it didn't even touch the rim.
…
The ninth ball still didn't go in, and Liang Zhouyue's focus was already unstable, somewhat frantic.
It was the last ball, and she had to handle it with great care.
All the while, Jiang Li stood still behind her to the right, not making a sound to disturb her, quietly watching her efforts.
