Damn.
Fight?
If there's going to be a fight, Gu Tong doesn't need anyone's help. She can handle it on her own in seconds.
Thinking about this, Gu Tong covered her forehead, the original sixty percent winning chance plummeting, falling to about thirty or forty percent.
Sheng Yiweng, always infuriating, continued, "I thought Teacher Gu Tong is so formidable, she definitely wouldn't need me. I'm just here for show, just for fun."
"..." For show? Just for fun?
Then she might as well call Jiang Lihao down, this guy would be more professional at making an appearance than Sheng Yiweng.
Gu Tong was about to spit blood, and said, "You're tall, later find a good position to navigate and pass the ball to me. Of course, if you can shoot well, I can pass the ball to you."
Sheng Yiweng showed his neat teeth, smiled, and said, "Teacher, better not give it to me, I definitely can't shoot accurately."
