Ye Xuan's eyes, at this moment, were like two crescents, extremely beautiful. But at this moment, no one was paying attention to her looks; everyone's gaze was glued to the basketball court.
Score a basket easily? Damn, why does it feel like playing against elementary school kids?
"Tch, thought you were pretty tough, huh," Zhong Tianchen mocked proudly at that moment.
Just a moment ago, this bastard was calling me trash, and now isn't he the same?
"Kid, you've got guts, watch my offense," Tang Bing said fiercely as he started his advance with the ball.
Zhang Fan followed Tang Bing unhurriedly, with an easygoing expression. When Tang Bing leaped to make the layup, Zhang Fan made his move.
A big palm slapped directly onto the ball.
"Damn, another block," someone exclaimed.
The crowd watching suddenly fell silent. Blocking, although not as spectacular as the previous block on Zhong Tianchen, but to block on the first attempt, what kind of grudge is this?
