A Rising Superstar

"Zhao Yu, what do we do now? This kid is playing the pig to eat the tiger!"

On the other side, the boys who were planning to use Ye Feng as a stepping stone immediately came together and started to discuss countermeasures.

"Hmph, it's just a blind cat running into a dead mouse." Zhao Yu's expression was full of disdain.

Although Ye Feng had scored a three-pointer, and he was very surprised, at the same time, he could also see that Ye Feng's shooting posture was very awkward.

It was obvious that he had not undergone any systematic training.

Therefore, he reckoned that the ball just now was also thrown in by luck.

"Everyone, keep your spirits up. Just be serious later. Let's teach this kid a lesson."

Zhao Yu glanced at Shen Baitian, who was cheering for Ye Feng, and his heart was filled with jealousy. He immediately instructed the others.

The few of them immediately understood. They looked at Ye Feng with ill intentions.