"How are you feeling today?"
Standing at center court before the jump ball, Gan Guoyang asked Stevenson, who stood opposite him.
The round-headed Stevenson looked at Gan Guoyang without a word, unsure of what this youngster was plotting.
Gan Guoyang asked again, "I asked you, how are you feeling today? Why aren't you answering? It's very rude of you."
Stevenson had no choice but to reply stiffly, "I feel great, what about it?"
Stevenson's tone was naturally filled with hostility; this was the championship game of the San Francisco League, and Washington High School was determined to win.
They were not only one of the top teams in the San Francisco League but also among the elite in the entire state of California, and the league championship was merely a minor goal for them.
"Nothing much, I was just asking. In China, we are a country of courtesy; you guys really lack manners."
Stevenson was half-convinced, half-doubtful, feeling wary of Gan Guoyang inside.
