Xuxu turned to Yan Rusheng and Ming Ansheng. "Ming Ansheng, aren't you the sponsor of Union University? These players are really atrocious!"
Everyone could tell that they were provoking Jiao Chen intentionally.
A University was leading in the first part of the match, and Jiao Chen scored most of the points. Were they really such sore losers?
There were spectators, teachers, and classmates watching them.
How could they be students? They were simply hooligans!
Ming Ansheng comfortably settled on his seat as he rested his arms on the sides. His malicious-looking eyes were gazing at the commotion.
He didn't respond at all, neither did he answer Xuxu.
"Ahhh…"
A guy's piercing scream assailed their ears.
"Oh, no!"
Yan Rusheng and Ming Ansheng leaped to their feet and they were pale with shock.
They scrambled to the front row and agilely leaped over the barrier. Xuxu went pale too when she noticed the situation.
