Jackson's face looked even worse; he couldn't hit back with this trash talk.
"Good shot!"
"Well done."
"Keep it up."
Towns and Koulistan high-fived Zeng Xingyang in celebration.
There were still 43 seconds left on the shot clock. Even if North Carolina used the full 30 seconds for their offensive play, they would still have enough time for a final attack.
"Zeng Xingyang's ultra-long three-pointer, WOW, scored."
"Dare to shoot, what's a bold shot."
"North Carolina's defense still hasn't put enough pressure on Zeng Xingyang, allowing him to shoot so easily."
"Zeng Xingyang's shooting range is very far."
The on-site commentator shouted, sounding excited.
On the sidelines, Presti and the Thunder's scouts couldn't help but clap. This rookie's shooting is excellent, and his three-point ability is very dominant.
"Defend!" The North Carolina head coach's throat was almost hoarse from shouting. He was furious seeing Jackson's performance, so disappointing.
