When Zhang Yang said this, his entire demeanor was noticeably different from usual. It was as if the lazy, sleepy big cat had suddenly turned into a roaring tiger asserting its dominance.
Did being messed with and calculated against not affect Zhang Yang? Zhang Yang is human; how could it not affect him at all?
It seemed like Zhang Yang resolved the problem calmly, but that doesn't mean the matter is entirely over.
As the backbone of the team, he must maintain composure, but he's not a pushover. Proud Zhang Yang decided to release all this anger on the competition field.
After eating and drinking enough, it was already 1:40 PM. The group had a teammate who hadn't been drinking drive them back to the hotel they were staying at.
Perhaps stirred by the anger inside, Zhang Yang drank eight bottles of beer by himself at noon, getting somewhat tipsy. After greeting everyone upon returning to the hotel, everyone dispersed to enjoy their free time.
