Feeling the countless piercing stares, Zhong Tianchen's face darkened even more.
Damn, what kind of look is that? Fuck, why are they staring at him instead of Zhang Fan? With his height of six foot three and his muscular build, couldn't he easily beat Zhang Fan, that beanpole?
Ouyang Feng and several others received Zhong Tianchen's affirmation, and their eyes immediately sparkled.
How could they forget the incident three years ago?
They were utterly humiliated by an unknown nobody.
If it hadn't been for Ouyang Feng stepping in at the last minute, their provincial team's reputation would have stunk for miles around.
It was also because of that humiliation that they had been constantly pushing themselves, training intensely for the past three years.
The bet of not playing basketball for two years—hadn't that guy followed through? Otherwise, how could he have beaten Luo Wei 2:0?
Although that guy was a substitute, he was still a capable player on his own.
