Cheng Feng looked at the basketball bouncing on the ground with disbelief. She had actually scored the first shot, it seemed he might have underestimated her.
Cheng Feng's expression grew serious, "Let's continue." From now on, he wouldn't give Song Yan Ning another chance to score.
Song Yan Ning advanced towards Cheng Feng with the ball, "Two more shots, even if I lose, I just need you to do three things for me."
"Okay!" Cheng Feng agreed without hesitation. He was not going to lose.
As Song Yan Ning drove towards Cheng Feng, she tipped the ball gently with her toes, leaped up, and threw the basketball.
Cheng Feng reached out to block the ball, only to find it was still a finger's distance away from his hand, his face betraying a hint of defeat. He truly had underestimated Song Yan Ning—he hadn't expected her basketball skills to be so formidable.
"Smack!" The sound of the basketball swishing through the net rang out again.
