Chapter 893: Betting pool

Charles watched his team march back to their bench as the first quarter of the game ended. They had a few minutes to talk, and probably time for a fight, but Charles didn't care about the latter. Just watching the first quarter drained all his energy, like a fruit being squeezed dry.

"I'm sorry," Zoren said as soon as he stopped in front of Charles. "I thought it'd count for our score as long as I made a basket, no matter which one."

He knew their basket was on the other side, but Zoren had thought to work smart, not hard. So, he just shot the ball toward the nearest basket. Who would have thought that doing so would end up helping the other team?

Dean secretly smirked, shaking his head. 'How funny. Who would've thought Mister Know-It-All doesn't know basketball?'