Ye Chen's basketball skills were incredible—he was practically better than the national team players.
Tian Shen was so jealous he nearly crushed his back teeth. It looked like he would have no chance to go on as a substitute today. After all, he had worked hard for a long time and still could not make the national team.
Ye Chen's teammates were so excited that they forgot they were still filming. They all enthusiastically rushed over to hug Ye Chen, praising him with looks of admiration.
"Wow! That switch-hand dunk just now was insanely cool! Ye Chen, you're amazing!"
"That spin dribble was super cool too. Ye Chen, it wasn't enough that you could sing so well—you're even this good at basketball."
"Exactly. It would've been such a shame if you hadn't gone into basketball."
"If Ye Chen played basketball, he'd definitely make it to the World Cup. That was incredible!"
"..."
Ye Chen smiled and modestly replied, "It was all thanks to everyone's great teamwork. You all played really well too!"
The director was just about to say with satisfaction that the take had passed.
But Ye Chen looked at the director and said with a smile, "Director, how about we play a little longer? The shots will look better that way."
Since he was going to show off, he might as well look cool all the way through!
Besides, after scoring, Ye Chen's urge to play had kicked in. These players might have been amateurs, but their skills were decent enough. His hands were itching to play a few more rounds.
"Of course! We'll do whatever you say," the director hurriedly replied with a smile.
The previous shot had been completed in one take anyway, and there was plenty of time. Ye Chen was the star of the