Chapitre 1525: A Historic Clash

I lost... Fang Rui shook his head as he walked down from the stage. His greatest strength was his dirtiness, yet he actually lost because of a dirty move from his opponent. Like a swimmer drowning, it was too disgraceful.

"Fuck, Han Wenqing!"

When he returned back to the player bench, he took the towel that his teammates handed over, but he didn't wipe his hands. Instead, he threw the towel hard against the seats as if Han Wenqing was sitting there.

"If you were my opponent, I definitely wouldn't have fallen for that," Fang Rui said honestly to Ye Xiu.

"Nah, you definitely would have," Ye Xiu replied back honestly.

"Definitely wouldn't have."

"Definitely would have."

Chen Guo felt a bit confused, but after thinking about it for a bit, she understood.