On the basketball court, Li Yang and Jiang Banxia sat nearby, each holding a cup of milk tea.
Li Yang raised his milk tea and shouted at Wu Tianqi on the court: "Fellow Daoist Wu, this one's on you!"
Wu Tianqi made a clank, missed the shot.
Quite reminiscent of a little blacksmith from Los Angeles.
He protested: "Why me?"
Jiang Banxia said: "If you score, we'll cheer for you!"
After speaking, she took a sip of milk tea, showing a satisfied expression.
Wu Tianqi felt weak all over, sour.
This guy, why come to the basketball court anyway.
And not even play…
He decided to drag Li Yang onto the court.
"Oh crap... oh crap..."
Wu Tianqi suddenly sat on the ground clutching his ankle, a look of agony on his face.
Li Yang watched Wu Tianqi limp over to him, "Damn, I twisted my ankle, Fellow Daoist Li, you take my place, I play small forward, even if you don't know how to play, just hold my position."
Li Yang: "..."
I don't know how to play basketball?
