When Bu Mengting dragged the two of them to the basketball court, the area outside the court was already surrounded by a dense crowd.
Unable to squeeze in, and lacking the height, Bu Mengting had no choice but to bounce and peek inside.
"I'll handle it!" Lin Tian said with a slight smile, pulling Bu Mengting's little hand as they squeezed in.
Lin Tian found a spot where the crowd was thinner and pulled Bu Mengting through, instantly broadening their view and allowing them to take in the game at a glance.
Lin Tian's gaze shifted to the scoreboard—66:30.
The score of 66 to 30 was quite a surprise to Lin Tian. Following a quick glance around, he had an inkling why.
The two teams were mismatched in strength.
Looking closer, Lin Tian noticed that the Red Team had two incredibly strong players, clearly levels above the other eight on the court, almost reaching a professional standard.
