The court fell silent; whether they had been cheering for Chiang Yi or Xia Yuanji before, everyone quieted down now.
Even those who had been rooting for Xia Yuanji did so to give him some encouragement, not wanting him to lose face.
Chiang Yi's friends were smug, thinking they could let Xia Yuanji slap his own face, not to be too cocky.
But the outcome was unexpected for everyone; they had thought Chiang Yi would dominate the opponent, yet it turned out this person was the one getting trampled.
Looking at Chiang Yi, already drenched in sweat, while Xia Yuanji was still wearing long sleeves with hardly any sweat on his face,
this comparison made the score even more humiliating for Chiang Yi.
Song Lei didn't care about Chiang Yi's feelings at all, she had advised him, but he wouldn't listen.
"Towel." Song Lei handed over a towel and water, "I heard from my brother before that you look very cool playing basketball; I thought I'd never have the chance to watch, but now I can."
