Jiang Ning didn't dally. Just like last time, he started spinning the basketball and then flung it forward.
The stall owner watched the ball intently, his heart in his throat. In all his years of running the stand, he had never been as nervous as he was today.
"Don't let it hit, please don't let it hit!"
In the past, when customers would throw at the cans, it was always them who panicked, he had always stayed cool as a cucumber.
After all, if they missed, it was no big deal.
However, the basketball Jiang Ning threw rolled over the cans the owner had carefully stacked, knocking all of the cans down again.
The owner's head spun, and he almost lost his footing.
"He hit it, he hit it again!" Shen Xu chanted, his face lighting up with joy.
He had learned it, he had learned it all!
The trick to knocking down 10 cans was spinning the ball!
He couldn't wait to get up there and try it himself.
The owner shouted, "10 cans, 500 bucks."
