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At this moment, the score was 11 to 7. Yan Xiaobao had scored ten consecutive points, while Li Zhigang was honestly in a miserable state…
He had three large bumps on his forehead—one on each side and one in the middle. His lips had taken such a heavy smash from Yan Xiaobao's powerful attack that, while his teeth weren't knocked out, his lips were swollen like sausages. He could easily play a monster in *Journey to the West* without needing makeup…
"Huff… huff…"
Li Zhigang was breathing heavily, like a wounded beast, his eyes fixed furiously on Yan Xiaobao. At this point, he had forgotten about the match score and the bet involving Ye Shanshan. The only thing consuming his chest was a thick sense of humiliation and hatred.
As a promising professional badminton player with a chance at joining the provincial team, not only was he unable to beat Yan Xiaobao, this newbie, but he was also battered black and blue with badminton hits. It was utterly infuriating and disgraceful!
