In the locker room of Xikou City High School's basketball team, Guo Heng and the rest of the players, including both the main team and reserves, hung their heads, looking like eggplants beaten by frost—totally wilted.
"Bang!"
Guo Heng slammed the table hard, startling the players with the loud noise. He pointed at his teammates, angrily saying, "Look at you guys, you've been beaten so bad even your own parents can barely recognize you, complete garbage."
"Captain Guo, you can't say that. The main issue is that Lin Tian is just too damn infuriating. Every time we have a threatening shot, he spoils it. And that guy with the eyes, it's like God has possessed him, he's just too fucking accurate, his shooting percentage must be at least ninety percent."
"Exactly, and there's that fatso, built bigger than a door. I run into him and get bounced right back."
