The shot Yang Fei took this time was practically a super long-distance three-pointer.
The most unbelievable thing was that this guy seemed not to have aimed at the basket at all and just threw the ball in.
Moreover, everyone could see that this guy didn't know how to play basketball at all.
The shot he made didn't have any professional technique, nor any parabolic arc.
He just threw it straight, but it happened to land right into the basket.
A few seconds later, everyone on the court snapped back to reality and began to chatter.
"This kid's luck is extraordinary. Was that a lucky shot?"
"A blind cat stumbled upon a dead mouse, that's all. This guy is a basketball rookie, didn't you notice?"
"For some reason, I have a bad feeling again. Do you guys remember how this guy played pool?"
...
Ouyang Ping watched Yang Fei, his temples throbbing.
This guy, who looked utterly confused, seemed born to be Ouyang Ping's nemesis.
