Did you drink chicken's blood?!

After she returned to her seat, Jiang Yanran almost collapsed.

Ye Wanwan had a gratified expression on her face as if her daughter had just grown up. "Awesome! You were great!"

"Thanks, it's because you've taught me well," Jiang Yanran smiled bitterly. She was surprised too; she didn't expect that one day she'd be able to speak to Song Zihang with this tone and attitude.

Shortly after, the fifteen-minute break ended and the next half of the match started.

The whistle blew and the atmosphere in the court was suddenly tense.

Everyone noticed that the atmosphere in this half of the match was different--the smell of smoke was stronger and there were sparks of anger everywhere.

Song Zihang glanced at Chu Feng scornfully.

His teammate next to him gave a disdainful expression as well, "He just has more stinking money at home, right? What a useless bum!"

"That's right! He plays like shit! And still dares to snatch a girl from our boss!"