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Who to pass the ball to, to Zeng Yang? Zhou Ziang, like a crocodile ready to strike at any moment, made it extremely difficult for Zeng Yang to perform normally under his tight defense.
Mao Yi decisively passed the ball to Xiao Xian.
"Xiao Xin, stick to him," Fang De pressed urgently as soon as Mao Yi made the pass, immediately sticking close with his defense, unable to shake him off.
"Well done, Xiao Xian." Qu Yang squeezed out a cheer, but felt a chill beside his ear—Zhou Ziang had left him to go defend Xiao Xian directly, "What's going on, a man guarding a woman?"
Fang Xin was still too late; with the ball in hand, Xiao Xian was already sprinting towards the basket at full speed, while another person was rushing up even faster.
