"Are we still doing direct shots?"
While Ningtailang was pondering this, the basketball had already been fiercely shot from Lan Yangyang's hands. Under the gaze of everyone present, the ball flew toward the hoop. Yet, despite all eyes being on him, not a single person expected Lan Yangyang to succeed.
Virtually everyone subconsciously assumed Lan Yangyang had wasted a golden opportunity. Two seconds ticked by with this thought, and then, in the third second, the basketball began to descend.
Chapter 96