Qi ran patted the ball lightly and suddenly raised his hand, about to shoot.
Song Shijun raised his eyebrows, not expecting him to be so direct.
He jumped up and intercepted the ball.
He said, " you want to score a goal like this? Aren't you a little too naive?"
The competition between the two officially began.
Song Shijun realized that Qi ran's movements were faster than before, but his shooting accuracy had dropped.
Ten minutes passed, and song Shijun was in the lead.
Qi ran still maintained his cool and unhurried appearance.
The girls outside the court were screaming like crazy.
"Who is this guy? He's so cool!"
&Quot; my young master Song is still the most handsome. All the best, song Shijun! &Quot;
The popularity of the two was almost equal.
Song Shijun didn't forget to trash talk while they were playing.
"Hey, you did pretty well last time. Why are you so bad today? Did you fail to rebuild your body?"
