On the other side.
Fu Ximing, who had lost the match, kicked the wooden chair harshly with his right leg. "They are no ordinary players!"
The people from No.1 Middle School didn't dare to talk.
Fu Ximing didn't know how to cope with failure. "Liu Zongming!"
"Yes," Liu Zongming responded quickly.
Fu Ximing narrowed his eyes. "You will go ask and find out who was playing for them tomorrow!"
"Okay." Liu Zongming agreed only verbally, but he knew how difficult this would be.
Those students from No.2 Middle School had always been better at playing games than the students from No.1 Middle School.
How could he go ask those people from No.2 Middle School?
But he just needed to think of other ways of approaching themβ¦
Outside, it grew a little darker.
The atmosphere at the kebab place was stagnant.
Qin Mo didn't know how to explain him suddenly shaking his hand away. The screen lit up at the perfect time.
