Now inside the gymnasium, there were more people cheering than booing. Changlin had seen many big scenes, but even he was baffled by this mixed treatment, losing focus as he dribbled and consequently falling down, spraining his ankle.
"Damn, where did this freak come from?"
Liu A Zhen couldn't help but swear. After Changlin was taken off, the situation for the Wancheng Team grew even worse. The substitute who was sent on the court got injured too after playing for barely two minutes, making it four against five. By the time the third quarter ended, the Shencheng Team was ahead by fifteen points.
"Sister A Zhen, what should we do? We don't have any substitutes left. If we keep playing, aren't we going to be crushed into pieces?"
