The score was ominously in Xiao Luo's favor—it was eight to zero, to be exact—and it had already been agreed from the onset that Xiao Luo would always start off the game. Yang Hongzhi was under immense pressure with that scoreline, and he was absolutely frustrated. Increasingly, Yang Hongzhi was getting enraged—on his forehead, blue-colored veins bulged like they were about to burst, and every strand of hair on his brows was on ends. Thoroughly outclassed in the game, he was being humiliated right in front of the woman he was trying so hard to impress. It made him want to skin Xiao Luo alive!
Xiao Luo ignored his vicious expression, and again, the moment he received the ball, he jumped immediately to take the shot.
But this time, instead of going for the block, Yang Hongzhi roared and charged into Xiao Luo like a wounded beast. He did not even get a hand on the last eight balls, and unable to accept the shame, he decided to directly hurl himself at Xiao Luo.
