Zhao Gang's eyes were shining; this was the Master Qin he knew! This was the all-capable Master Qin! Feeling suppressed by such a person, Zhao Gang was thoroughly convinced and admiring!
"Cough cough... let's continue the game, we are still eight points behind," Qin Yu coughed dryly, feigning the loneliness of a master.
With a whistle, the Sports Institute started to inbound the ball.
The players from the School of Business hurried back to their own half-court, setting up a tight defense.
This time, Qin Yu wasn't positioned under the basket but stood outside the three-point line! Knowing that intercepting wasn't a foul, Qin Yu was exhilarated; with his speed and reaction time, intercepting passes was too easy!
However, what annoyed Qin Yu was that Wang Honglei had no intention of passing the ball, Qin Yu didn't dare to rush up for the steal, afraid of committing a foul by hitting someone's hand.
