"Brother Zhe... lost?"
"I would rather die than believe that this damn Lin Mo's shooting could be more monstrous than Brother Zhe's!!"
At the same time, the two tall guys who had been injured by Lin Mo with a basketball approached Wu Mingzhe, their faces full of disbelief.
"Shut up! Just because he can outshoot me, doesn't mean he's better than me in basketball. Daring to humiliate me like this, just you wait! I'll make sure he loses miserably in every other aspect!!" Wu Mingzhe clenched his fists so tightly that his nails nearly dug into his flesh, reclaiming his former arrogance and confidence as he watched Lin Mo's retreating back, his face filled with brooding and vows of vengeance.
For two years, he had been the center of attention, and he was determined not to let anyone steal the spotlight that rightfully belonged to him in this third year.
Soon, the PE class ended.