Facing the cheers of the crowd, Liao Changyi's gaze towards Lu Beichen became even more hostile and fierce.
He winked at his teammate.
The other side made a very obscure OK sign.
Liao Changyi sneered, his words were provocative.
"It's just the first match. I let you guys win."
Gu Xiaoye retorted sarcastically, "Yo, if you're so capable, why don't you guys get a three-pointer too? You're just talking. We were also just warming up. Who knew that we could get three points just by casually playing?"
Everyone knew how to talk big.
Liao Changyi's expression completely darkened.
"Let's get on with it!"
The competition started again very quickly. Although it was only a competition between the school's youths, it was still very lively.
However, an accident occurs. Less than three minutes after the match started, a team member on Lu Beichen's side was suddenly knocked down when he jumped up to catch the ball.
