"Damn!"
Nie Xiaoxun sprung up from the bench, yelling in dissatisfaction, "What the hell, that's a foul for charging, a foul!"
That move just now was clearly Bo Tian intentionally bumping into the ball in Yu Lingqian's hands in his desperation.
Otherwise, how could Fang Mingzhe have gotten the ball?
Mu Anran also stood up anxiously.
Because there were only the last ten seconds left in the game.
And at that moment, Fang Mingzhe had retreated beyond the three-point line, made a light jump, and threw the basketball—
Everyone's heart was suspended in the air.
Nie Xiaoxun was so anxious her eyes turned red.
The current score was 108 to 106, with the teachers' team leading by two points.
But if Fang Mingzhe's shot went in, that would be a three-pointer.
108 to 109, they would win!
"Oh my God!" Nie Xiaoxun was so scared she covered her eyes, not daring to look.
"No, Xiao Xun, look, Professor Gu!" Mu Anran grabbed her arm, "Professor Gu is coming!"
