"Yes, coach, I'll head to First High right away." Another middle-aged man stood up and headed straight for the door.
"Wait, I'll go with you."
In a deserted basketball training ground, Zhong Tianchen was engrossed in a League of Legends live stream on his phone.
Of course, he was secretly watching from a corner. If Ouyang Feng found out, he would be subjected to the terrifying drill of dribbling for two kilometers again.
However, when he saw the screen filled with rocket emoticons, his eyelids started twitching, "Damn it, can't a guy watch a live stream in peace? There's a team fight happening right now."
Seeing his favorite streamer getting killed at the Big Dragon pit, he almost smashed his phone in frustration.
"Damn, whose stream room is this? I've never seen it before. I've got to see who the fuck this is."
Zhong Tianchen clicked into the stream, and immediately, his eyes bulged out.
"Fuck, is that Zhang Fan?"
