"You students from Class 1 already bully us with exams, so how could I give up at this rare chance to turn the tables?"
While waiting, players from both sides made their entrance.
The girls from both sides were also very supportive with their screams and cheers.
"Go, go, go!"
"Class leader, so handsome!"
"Blow up Class 1!"
"It's blowing up Class 18 that matters!"
Even before the game started, the atmosphere had already been charged.
Meanwhile, the players on the court felt quite relaxed.
The class leader from Class 1 walked up to Zhang Chao and said in a rather humble manner, "Older Super Brother, don't be too hard on us, we'll cheer for your class in the second round."
"So, to what extent?" Zhang Chao asked.
"70:70, how about that?"
"You mean the ball is still in your possession, and then we leave you with five seconds to shoot?" A boy from Class 18 approached, teasing.
"Thank you, brother, much appreciated."
