Chen Nan dribbled the ball with an easygoing demeanor, jogging casually at the front while Zhao Ming huffed and puffed, desperately chasing behind. Despite using all his might, he couldn't catch up, as if Chen Nan knew the Shrinking Earth Technique.
"Are you even a man? How can you run so slowly? If you don't catch up, I'm going to shoot," Chen Nan suddenly stopped, turned his head to Zhao Ming with a smirk, and continued running, almost making Zhao Ming's nose skew with rage.
"Damn it, stop running if you dare, and see if I don't steal the ball from you!"
Zhao Ming's eyes turned red as he bellowed with all his might.
"Chase me, come on, if you have the guts, catch up and see if I don't beat you to death."
Chen Nan infuriatingly provoked from the front, while Zhao Ming gnashed his teeth and chased furiously behind. Soon, the two arrived under the basketball hoop.