The old man had told me before, and Gao Jian followed suit. As soon as the basic skills came up, he immediately raised his mind.

Seeing that the player was about to catch up, Gao Jian speeded up, he could only eat dust. When he realized that he couldn't catch up, he simply gave up chasing.

He was unwilling to let go and shouted, "Who is running so desperately, it's really a fatal speed!"

Leaving the pursuers behind far away, the rest is Gao Jian’s personal display time.

An Zemeng became more and more nervous as she looked at her. She didn't dare to swallow her saliva, knowing that she didn't even dare to shout.

An Zemeng murmured, "You want to score, you must score this goal!"

Finally, Gao Jian jumped up and held the basketball in his hand, as if he was holding a precious pill and slowly handed it up the sky.

His feet fell down, Gao Jian's body sank for a while, and the basketball that was passing through the basket also fell to the ground.

"I'm beaten!"

An Zemeng endured this shot for a long time and burst out, "I've hit it, this ball finally hit it." Seeing An Zemeng's happy attitude, she didn't know that she thought Chaoyang had completely won.

Others don’t think it’s very strange for ordinary two-pointers. Even many Chaoyang players don’t understand why their coach is so excited.

The reason for excitement is probably only high opinion of Gao Jian.

He was trembling all over, "I've hit it, the first ball, I finally hit it."

He looked around and said, "Master, it's good that Master is here. Master is here, so I can share this joyful mood with Master."
Chapter completed!