"Zhang Fan can play basketball too?"
Weng Shuang asked, holding onto Ye Yanran's arm.
Ye Yanran rolled her eyes and said, "This guy has beaten Ouyang Feng and the others, what do you think?"
"Ah? That good?" Weng Shuang exclaimed.
Seeing the color in Weng Shuang's eyes, Ye Yanran shook her head.
This girl is done for!
"Quick, turn on the TV, quick, Ouyang Feng and their basketball game is starting."
"Damn, wasn't it supposed to start in the afternoon?"
"God damn it, I even got the afternoon off, now what?"
"This is Ouyang Feng's last basketball game; even if I had a knife to my throat, I'd watch it."
"Exactly, damn it, even if they dock my pay, I'm going to watch it."
Schools, offices, construction sites, parks—cries of surprise rang out as a bunch of young people hurried toward internet cafes and homes.
"Damn, isn't that Zhang Fan?"
A group of people in City S watched in stunned silence as Zhang Fan's figure appeared, their eyes nearly popping out.
