The teenager was not happy as he saw that he was so arrogant even though he was crippled. He threw the ball over. Ye Ling caught the ball accurately. He stepped back and prepared to shoot a three-pointer.
Mu Yuan said, "Ah Ling, you are not going to…"
What a joke!
It will be very embarrassing!
You have never touched a basketball before.
Not even a soccer ball too! All these types of ball games have nothing to do with you.
Ye Ling pat the basketball in his hand lightly. He stood still, unlike the handsome stance by the basketball idols. He raised his arms, release the ball, and the basketball in his hand seemed to have understood.
It entered the net accurately.
Ye Ling opened his hands. The dejected middle-aged man said, "Look, it is so easy."
The teenager stared with his wide eyes. It was unbelievable. How did the ball go into the net?
"You… You…"