In the short time that Xia Tian was daydreaming, the basketball team had scored four points. During that time, the four literature and art club sissies dared not disturb Xia Tian but the moment Xia Tian came back to his senses, joy crept into their faces. Without Xia Tian, the four were defenseless even against a single person.
"Huh, what's going on? Why can't I take his picture?" A person on the bleachers stared at his DSLR camera with confusion.
"It's 4 to 0. Those people from the literature and art club don't know how to play," Yun Miao said softly.
"Sister Miao, don't be so quick to judge. The basketball god is mesmerized by your beauty and hasn't had the chance to exercise his skills yet. He's about to shine." Ling'er looked at Xia Tian expectantly.
"You don't seem interested in the game," Huo Wennu who sat beside Yun Miao pointed out.
"I'm here to accompany Ling'er," Yun Miao answered.