Yan Han came to the door of dormitory 305 with a basketball, tapping lightly on the door: "Our dorm brothers want to move a bit, interested in a match?"
Wu Zetian glanced at him indifferently: "Last time in the duel, your dorm lost but didn't admit it, all flushed and stubborn, forgot?"
Yan Han tapped the door frame casually: "If it wasn't for Lao Zhang from your dorm breaking the rules, would they hold a grudge? Why don't we have a proper match today, loser treats, dare?"
Zhang Dongjian looked at him with indignation: "Hold on, clearly it was Li Songyi from your dorm who broke the rules first. Even clay figurines have their tempers, why blame it all on me?"
Yan Han chuckled awkwardly: "Alright, last time was indeed our fault first. Actually, everyone asked me to find you to show goodwill, we're all brothers, don't hold grudges, let's go."
