328 Strength Is Shoot To Score (2/2)
”Yay! Daddy's the greatest… fighting, daddy!”
Su Xiaobei was jumping up and down excitedly, clapping her tiny hands and cheering for her daddy, Xiao Luo. Standing next to her, Luo Pingxiang was equally animated.
But to Yang Hongzhi, hearing that cheer was a mortal stab to the heart. His mouth twitched in spasms, and he could no longer retain his smile. Furiously, he snapped at Xiao Luo, ”Do you only know how to shoot?!”
”Shooting is my strength, that's how you win a game!” Xiao Luo retorted, clearly intending to get under his skin.
Yang Hongzhi's face darkened with rage, and he no longer smiled. ”Fine, continue then! Let's see if you can land every single shot!”
His bodyguard threw him the ball...
Yang Hongzhi had now pushed Xiao Luo further toward the mid-court, and Xiao Luo was now nearly one and a half meters from the three-point arc. At such a distance, the probability of scoring a basket was much lower, even for a professional player.
”Let's continue!”
Yang Hongzhi took a deep breath and passed the ball to Xiao Luo.
Xiao Luo smirked at him, then without any hesitation, he jumped immediately to shoot after receiving the ball, just like how he had done it in the last three.
Despite the longer distance, Xia Luo's shot was an exact repeat of the previous three, and it almost seemed like the basketball had grown a pair of eyes and was guiding itself toward the basket.
Then, the fifth shot scored...
The sixth shot scored...
The seventh shot scored...
And even the eighth shot landed! Both Shen Qingyan and Su li could not believe what they had just witnessed and were now truly awed, to the point they had to catch their breath. All eight shots were executed with the same technique—all scored by a jump shot taken outside the three-point line. Although there were no exciting passages of offensive and defensive play nor the clash between bodies, the perfect execution of Xiao Luo's technique was more than a treat to watch.
Yang Hongzhi's two bodyguards kept rubbing their eyes in disbelief.
Only Su Xiaobei was cheering out loud for Xiao Luo–she knew in her heart that her daddy was awesome and would score every ball consecutively.
Yang Hongzhi's state of mind was a rollercoaster ride that started off with disdain, then he was surprised, shocked, and finally driven to anger. At that moment, Yang Hongzhi looked like he could swallow Xiao Luo up alive. From the third shot on, he had been trying to block Xiao Luo's attempts, but each time it floated only centimeters from his fingertips, before going through the hoop.
The score was now, eight to zero, and Yang Hongzhi was seething, what a humiliation it was to him.
”Damn catfish!”
Yang Hongzhi muttered a curse and stared hard at Xiao Luo; if he did not hate Xiao Luo before, he did now.
Xiao Luo chuckled at Yang Hongzhi—here was a man who readily insulted others but was not mentally tough enough to be abused himself.
”There are two more shots!”
Yang Hongzhi hissed through clenched teeth, and he gripped the ball hard in his hands and stared viciously at Xiao Luo.
Xiao Luo had a faint smile on his face. He raised his index finger at Yang Hongzhi and then gestured by curling it back to signal for him to pass the ball.
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