Bang!
On the court, Ji Liangchuan, sandwiched between Wu Zhaoyang and Lan Yong, lost the ball once again.
"You lost, Ji Liangchuan," Lan Yong said with a smile. "Now your score is a full twenty points behind, and there's no hope of turning the tables."
Ji Liangchuan remained silent.
Wu Zhaoyang frowned. "Lan Yong, don't mock him. His teammates are terrible, but he is not to blame."
"What's the difference?" Lan Yong, still smiling, looked at Ji Liangchuan and said, "The strength of teammates is indeed a reflection of one's own strength."
Hearing this, Lan Yong didn't even glance at Ji Liangchuan, dropped the ball aside, and said, "Ji Liangchuan, you've been too arrogant. I've found you annoying for a while. Now, you can choose, either continue and get beaten thoroughly, or choose wisely, and admit defeat directly."
"As long as you admit defeat openly, our previous agreement can be nullified, and you can still play in the future."
