Hu Bichao wanted to charge straight at the hoop, his eyes locked tightly on Gu Tong under the basket, not daring to slow his movements at all. However, right at that moment, his eyes widened in utter disbelief.
Because…
Gu Tong actually sat down.
Gu Tong lazily let out a yawn and slowly sat down underneath her own basket. From this position, there was no way she could intercept or steal the ball.
This didn't look like a basketball game at all, it was more like letting everything go free.
Had she given up?
That made no sense either. If she'd given up, she might as well just surrender. There was no need to keep this stalemate going, and the name of the Elective Class would only get worse.
Hu Bichao's mind went off on a wild tangent, and he didn't even notice that the basketball in his hands had already been snatched away by Sheng Yiweng.
Sheng Yiweng took the ball and, without a word, tossed it to Gu Tong behind him.
