All the senior year team members ignored Luo Jian.
Initially, when they saw Zhang Fan coming, they felt a bit hopeful, thinking that at least they wouldn't lose too badly. They also wanted to see just how formidable the provincial team was.
But Luo Jian dared to speak about Zhang Fan like that, calling it picking up the ball? Pick up your grandpa, dammit, you guys can slowly pick up the ball.
Seeing that no one paid any attention to him, Luo Jian's nose almost went crooked with anger, and he coldly huffed, "Fine, if the seniors won't play, there are still the juniors and sophomores."
A group of sophomore players felt quite conflicted. In yesterday's game, they hadn't scored a single point in the second half, while Zhang Fan alone scored more than eighty points. The players from the provincial team couldn't be that ferocious, could they?
But seeing Luo Jian's expression, they didn't dare to say anything. After all, a loss was a loss, no matter how they played.
