"Stop dilly-dallying, we're short on time. Out with it."
Chen Nan felt helpless. For the sake of those two hundred school rules, there was no choice but to take down class twelve.
Zhang Jiangyi, struggling to suppress his dizziness, used the simplest language to explain the rules of the game to Chen Nan.
Meanwhile, outside the court, Su Qingqing was undergoing an interrogation by Lan Yuqin.
"Is this the expert you spoke of? The 'War God'? Someone comparable to Jordan?"
Su Qingqing was also full of frustration. She hadn't expected Chen Nan to be so terrible, not even knowing where his own basket was. It was truly embarrassing.
"Well... he must have gotten excited, that's why he got the direction wrong. His real strength hasn't come into play yet!" Su Qingqing's eyes darted around as she said, "Although he shot at the wrong basket, he still showcased his strength, didn't he?"
