In the last 3 seconds of the game, I was trailing by 2 points. My teammate's pass hit me in the face, and the whole audience burst into laughter - because I was recognized by the school team as a "human figure who refuses to shoot" and would always make a mistake when touching the ball.
No one knows that my retina has long been another game screen. When other people's actions become a slow-down shooting bar in my eyes, when the distance, wind speed, and arc are instantly calibrated into a golden perfect trajectory...
From the ridiculed water cooler keeper to the No. 0 Shooter who makes the entire league tremble, I will tell the world with my super long three-pointers from all corners of the court - in my field, the basket is wider than the sea.
