Zhu Biao didn't have much of a surprised expression.
He had put all his energy into that shot, and he was confident it would work.
Among the praises of the crowd, his gaze involuntarily turned to Yingying, just in time to meet hers.
Her eyes were calm, and she nodded at him, meaning to praise him.
A polite compliment.
In the past, if it were a moment like this, Yingying would have been delighted, eyes curved with a smile, lips upturned, her whole face radiating with great brilliance, completely different from now.
Even though he received praise from countless people, Zhu Biao felt a never-before-experienced sense of loss rise in his heart.
The competition wouldn't stall because of his personal emotional nuance, so next up were his cousin, his cousin's best friend, and his other cousin.
They scored twenty, ten, and five points, respectively.
This first group, all four managed to hit the target.
They scored a total of sixty-five.
That was truly an impressive score.
