Zhao Yuan finally understood why everyone looked so righteously indignant. They were all riled up by the trash talk coming from Clinical Class 7. He chuckled. "Isn't it normal to talk trash before a game?"
Liu Zhu said resentfully, "But they shouldn't have said they'd beat us by seventy points! That's a total humiliation!"
In a basketball game, winning by more than twenty points could be called a landslide. Winning by thirty could be called a complete victory. But winning by seventy? That was, without a doubt, a humiliation.
Zhao Yuan laughed. "Anyone can talk trash. Didn't we say we were going to make Clinical Class 7 cry? Alright, everyone, stop being angry. Since Clinical Class 7 wants to make the point difference seventy, let's give them what they want!"
The basketball team members all froze, staring at Zhao Yuan in stunned silence.
"Of course, the ones winning will be us!" Zhao Yuan finally delivered the second half of his sentence.
