Pang Bo spun around extremely quickly.
He had already started turning the instant he caught the ball, leaving his defender no time to react.
Ding Haoran cursed himself under his breath. Can't I just pay attention?
He chalked up that defensive lapse to not being focused enough.
When he got the ball back, he used a quick half-turn hook shot and scored on Pang Bo in return.
There was no helping it.
At 1.95 meters tall, he could use a hook shot over a 1.75-meter-tall fat kid.
Even if the kid could jump pretty well, he still wouldn't be able to block it.
The Wolf Team attacked again.
Pang Bo got into position once more.
This time, Ding Haoran still didn't try to fight him for it.
Fine, post up and try to score. Let's see what kind of magic you can pull off.
Ding Peng passed the ball to Pang Bo again.
The instant Pang Bo caught it, he meant to turn left.
Ding Haoran sneered to himself. Again?
He immediately shifted half a step to the left, intending to cut off Pang Bo's path.
But the moment Pang Bo got the ball, he suddenly spun to the right.
At the same time, he dribbled with his left hand and took a quick step past him.
One went left, the other went right, and in an instant, they slipped past each other.
Pang Bo drove easily to the basket and laid it in without breaking a sweat.
Everyone was stunned. "Holy crap, he can dribble with his left hand too!"
"Wasn't he using his right hand the whole time? His left-handed drive is even slicker than the right-handed one just now!"
As it happened, Pang Bo was left-handed.
Aside from writing, he did everything with his left hand.
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