Watching Liao Fucheng with that triumphant look on his face, Gao Qi covered his face, completely speechless.
Shit, what an idiot!
Fine, you just play around with the ball slowly.
Thinking this, Gao Qi turned around and left.
"Where are you going?" Chen Jiandong asked, puzzled. After all, Zhang Fan was still in the game. By leaving now, what was Gao Qi implying?
"I'm going to buy a bottle of water!"
Gao Qi stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged.
What the hell?
Chen Jiandong almost bit his own tongue.
Fuck, going to buy water at a time like this?
Buddy, you really are laid back.
Meanwhile, Liao Fucheng had already started shooting.
"Boom!"
The basketball dropped perfectly through the net, hitting the ground with a dull thud.
"Nothing but net, truly number one!"
"Of course, but I'm curious how Zhang Fan thrashed Liao Jiajia. Logically speaking, Liao Jiajia's skills aren't bad either."
In the distance, a group of people began to discuss.
"Kid, your turn."
