Three minutes later, Zhang Yixuan began to doubt his life.
"Ten-nil, still up for more?" Chen Xu asked, lightly patting the basketball.
Zhang Yixuan seemed not to hear, his expression a bit dazed.
Just now, Chen Xu had scored ten consecutive baskets against him using the exact same method—a stride and a breakthrough. He couldn't react in time.
Sometimes Chen Xu would step with his left foot, other times his right, but no matter what, Zhang Yixuan couldn't block him. After breaking through, it was a layup.
Simplistic and brutal, it was all about overpowering with speed.
Seeing him like this, Chen Xu walked over, patted his shoulder, and said, "Actually, you played well. You were close to stopping me." Saying so, he tossed the ball over.
Zhang Yixuan caught the ball subconsciously, watching Chen Xu's retreating figure with a somewhat muddled mind.
