"It's in! The ball is in!"
After a moment of silence, someone exclaimed.
Everyone's faces carried a hint of disbelief.
The previous shot was stunning, the arc was simply perfect!
Could it be... this guy is a pro?
"Coincidence, it must be a coincidence, he just got lucky!" Billy Hammond snorted coldly, his face somewhat livid.
"Try again, this time, you attack again! I won't believe it, you can score again." Billy walked over, picked up the ball, and hurled it hard at me.
I caught the ball silently but had a hint of mischief on my face.
This time, I didn't feign and directly tossed the ball forward lightly, the motion was easygoing, seemingly effortless.
But the ball flew high up.
"Another three-pointer?"
I was stunned, then showed a mocking expression.
Three-pointers aren't easy to make, even he isn't always certain he can score. The last shot was partly luck, scoring this time would be implausible.
