Can I play a second time?

"Ball boy?" Barnes looked surprised.

If Zeller had said Tang Tian was just a player without a scholarship who then fought his way to earn one, he wouldn't have been so surprised. But the fact that he was a ball boy before meant Tang Tian had no talent at all, yet he could still play on the court. That was truly interesting.

"Do you want to try?" The man running the game was just an ordinary merchant and didn't recognize Tang Tian. Seeing the crowd's excitement, he felt a bit thrilled.

If no one else stepped forward, the crowd would start to disperse. Now that someone more popular had appeared, the crowd would only grow larger.

Tang Tian nodded, took out $5 from his pocket, handed it over, and then walked to the shooting spot.

Half the court, you could choose any shooting position, even switch shots, but each ball had to be shot within 5 seconds, and the interval between each shot couldn't exceed 5 seconds. Very simple game rules.

"John, how many do you think he can make?" Kendall Marshall wanted to bet with Hansen again.

"Maybe 5 to 7. Besides that freak Jimmer and Washington's Klay Thompson, I don't think anyone in the league can shoot more than Harrison," Hansen said after listening to Zeller, making his judgment.

"John, I have to remind you, this guy just made 7 three-pointers in the game against Georgetown," Zeller reminded him.

"Uh, really? Then it's possible he could surpass Harrison. He's a three-point shooter?" Hansen was a little surprised. Most shooters looked thin, but Tang Tian looked quite strong, and he seemed like he played the power forward position.

"Yeah, and he only took 7 shots," Zeller added.

"Hiss!" This time, Hansen gasped.

"7 for 7, 21 points?" Barnes was surprised now. Georgetown University wasn't a weak team, and they let one opponent score 21 points on 7 shots?

This wasn't just interesting; it was almost unbelievable.

"Forget it, I'm not betting with you anymore," Marshall said, waving his hand, deciding not to bet. Tang Tian sounded a bit unpredictable.

"Don't be like that! How about we bet on 15 shots? He can't possibly make more than that freak Jimmer, right?" Hansen had just lost money and wasn't going to let Marshall give up so easily.

"Fine, then I'll bet he can't make 15. If he makes more than 15, you win. $10."

"Deal!"

While Hansen and Marshall were talking, Tang Tian had already chosen the three-point spot at the top of the arc and started shooting.

He caught the ball, aimed at the hoop, jumped, straightened his arm, flicked his wrist – the entire shooting motion was fluid, just like in the training gym.

"Swish!"

The ball went in cleanly.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

The game operator, seeing how steady Tang Tian's first shot was, knew he was skilled. He quietly moved aside to text his accomplices in the crowd, telling them to get ready to cheer later.

"Looks like he's got skill," Barnes said, nodding in approval after watching Tang Tian's first shot.

Tang Tian completely ignored the reactions around him, continuing his second shot at his own pace.

"Swish!"

Clean.

The third.

"Swish!"

Clean.

The crowd's cheers started, then faded as they just watched Tang Tian perform.

He quickly finished shooting from the short corner, having made 8 consecutive shots, already more than Barnes had made earlier.

As he shot, a thought briefly crossed his mind: if he trained, could he participate in the NBA Three-Point Contest?

But he immediately dismissed the idea. His shooting speed was too slow, and he wouldn't have any advantage in a timed competition like that.

While shooting and thinking, he had unknowingly finished 14 shots.

All of them were swishes, and he made it look easy.

It should be easy; the amount he practiced in the training gym in one session was already more than this.

"This guy is a bit of a monster!" Marshall felt like the $10 he had won might be lost again.

"If we meet him in a tournament, it could be troublesome," Hansen, who played power forward, wasn't concerned about winning $10 but about potential future games.

Tang Tian made his 15th shot.

At this point, everyone's eyes were fixed on Tang Tian.

Fredette had missed his 16th shot earlier, and he was the one who had made the most shots today.

Tang Tian took a short break.

"One more! One more!" The accomplices on the sidelines, thinking he was going to stop, started shouting to egg him on.

Barnes frowned slightly when he heard them but didn't say anything. Although the heckling was a bit annoying, he also really wanted to see Tang Tian's limit.

Tang Tian had no intention of stopping. Honestly, $1000 felt too little.

For the 16th shot, Tang Tian grabbed the ball and continued shooting.

The shooting motion was still fluid, and the arc of the ball was perfectly standard.

"Swish!"

The ball went through the net cleanly again.

The fans at the scene cheered.

Tang Tian was as steady as a shooting machine!

The person running the game started to get nervous. He could hire people to cheer and egg on the players, making them shoot until the very end, but there was a limit. If Tang Tian made 20 shots in a row, the $1000 grand prize would be his.

Who was this guy, anyway? He was shooting so accurately.

If he actually won $1000, all the money the game runner made today, yesterday, and the day before would be gone.

"That's the 17th ball!" he deliberately shouted, raising his voice.

The hired shills immediately understood.

As Tang Tian took his 17th shot, just as the ball was released, the shills suddenly started shouting.

It sounded like cheers, but it was clearly meant to be disruptive.

"Swish!"

However, Tang Tian was completely unfazed. The ball went through the net cleanly again.

"Shut up!" Barnes shouted back at them, clearly fed up. These people were just there to cause trouble.

People who play basketball are already tall, and Barnes was standing with several other big guys. Those shills immediately stopped shouting.

Tang Tian's 18th shot.

"Swish!"

Another clean swish.

The game runner couldn't help but wipe his sweat. He had shot so many balls, didn't his arms hurt? Wasn't he tired?

The 19th shot.

"Swish!"

The pleasant sound of a clean swish again.

The onlookers couldn't help but cheer. This was incredible!

"Just one more," Marshall said, swallowing hard.

"Mm," Barnes nodded. He suddenly felt a surge of anticipation for Tang Tian to make 20 shots.

The game runner also watched Tang Tian nervously.

The 20th shot.

The same motion, the same arc, and, of course, the same sound.

"Swish!"

Tang Tian won $1000!

The crowd erupted in excitement, cheering and whistling. Finally, someone had won the $1000!

Tang Tian smiled and turned around, looking at the dejected businessman.

"Can I play again?" he asked.