"Here I come," Zhao Yuan announced, just like last time.
"Bring it on!" Liu Zhu's eyes widened, his focus absolute. He was pumped, ready to put Zhao Yuan in his place.
This time, Zhao Yuan didn't just rely on speed to force his way through. He dribbled the ball at a leisurely pace right up to Liu Zhu.
'Now!' Liu Zhu saw his chance. His hand shot out like lightning, grabbing for the ball. But a second later, he was shocked to find he'd grabbed nothing but air.
The basketball had vanished into thin air!
"The ball? Where'd the ball go?" Liu Zhu froze, stunned.
In the instant he was distracted, Zhao Yuan had already gone around him on the left, driven to the basket, and made a jump shot. The ball swished through the net.
After a moment of stunned silence, the spectating basketball team members erupted in cheers.
"That was a beautiful move!"
"To pull off a crossover that slick… he's in a league of his own!"
"Poor Old Liu, he's totally bamboozled."
