"Foul, was that necessary? I'm a cultured person," Xiao Xian smiled innocently, the basketball clinging to Wang Ke's fingertips, not yet released, when a bizarre force like swatting a fly smacked the ball forcefully downwards, sending it bouncing off the ground.
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Qu Yang's heart felt like it was on a roller coaster, ascending to heaven then plummeting into hell, all in the span of a few breaths, "What just happened? Wang Ke didn't just make a shooting mistake, did she?" Qu Yiyang would never admit that Wang Ke missed the shot because of that delicate new team member. The only possibility was that Wang Ke's hand slipped while shooting.
In fact, that's what most people on the court, including Zhang Yiyi, thought.
Xiao Xian's jump was so brief it couldn't even be counted as a full breath, let alone any preparatory jumping actions.
Wang Ke had a habit when shooting: blink, aim, then shoot. In the time it took for that blink, Xiao Xian had completed a defensive move.
