Lying in bed, Chen Yuan dozed off for a nap.
Meanwhile, he glanced at the basketball chat group and found that everyone seemed quite optimistic.
Zhang Hanwen: Awesome, if we lose the championship we'll be the runners-up
Li Yuanchen: It's not an elimination round, where did the "runners-up" come from?
Li Yuanchen: But having lost to the strongest, we are indeed the second strongest.
Sun Xin: Damn, I'm scared that No.4 High School is gonna win.
Li Yuanchen: True, if we lose it's because No.11 High School sucks, but if we lose along with No.4 High School, then it's Xia Hai that sucks.
Sun Xin: Okay, quick, lend your power to Changjun.
Li Yuanchen: Changjun: "Are you lending me real money and silver too?"
It was clear that everyone had lost their minds.
And with the competition approaching, they weren't even warming up, practicing teamwork, or discussing tactics.
Damn, this group of b's.
