บท 60: Feng Arts vs. Shizi High's Practice Game (2)

23-12. 

The first quarter ended with a two-digit gap between the two teams. 

As the Feng Arts players went back to their bench, Kexin couldn't help but sigh in disappointment. He stretched out his limbs and muttered, "What a shame" under his breath. 

Shilei clicked his tongue and pushed Kexin's limbs away. 

"Could you stretch in a wider space?" he asked. "You're taking up all the space with your long ass limbs."

Kexin smirked and exaggerated his stretching to aggravate Shilei further. 

"You're just bitter that you have short legs," Kexin teased before chugging down some water. 

Shilei shook his head and also took a sip from his water. 

"Why does Bocheng look so disappointed?" Yiming suddenly asked. 

"Oh, you know, same old," Kexin responded. "He's still hung up on the fact that he can't beat Yuze after all those months of extra training." 

Yiming clicked his tongue before glaring at Bocheng. "Find your own rival."