The whistle blew.
Zheng Shan's attacks were still fierce, but the opponent's defense was indeed clever. No matter how Zheng Shan played, he always managed to return the ball.
"I think your apprentice is in trouble today."
Fang Ping held a cigarette and said to Wei Hongwei.
Wei Hongwei was so nervous that his face was full of sweat. He clenched his fists and watched the match without blinking, saying in a low voice, "Shanshan is still young; it's normal to lose."
It's unclear whether these words were to console Zheng Shan or to comfort himself.
Fang Ping habitually rubbed the cigarette, squinting slightly at the dynamics on the court.
After forcing three points through strong pressure, Zheng Shan's offense gradually calmed down. It seemed like her fighting spirit was worn out by the opponent, or perhaps she was running out of energy.
Wei Hongwei frowned and whispered, "This shouldn't be happening; Shanshan's stamina should be enough."
