บท 179: 178 Jokes

The game began, and the Salty Team served the ball.

A Jibei buzz cut dribbled the ball down to the baseline, head low.

When he looked up, he saw Li Zheng, restless and itching for action, just a stone's throw away.

Although he really didn't want to pass the ball to Li Zheng, they were already too close.

If he didn't pass it to Li Zheng soon, he might just come over and take it.

The Jibei local had no choice but to nervously hand the ball off to Li Zheng.

As soon as Li Zheng got the ball,

well, to hell with it.

The game? Victory?

I'm just here to have a blast.

Before his teammates could even react, he was already charging toward the opponent's half like a wild donkey, ball in hand.

Real basketball players don't need to look at shots or anything; they only need to watch two seconds of ball handling to judge someone's skills.