"Damn, don't embarrass our foreign friends, can that pig kidney face really be considered handsome?"
Lin Mu pursed his lips, unable to hold back.
Lei Xiaojiao raised an eyebrow and snapped, "He's much better than you, you stinky hooligan! No insulting my idol!"
"I'm not insulting; I'm offering an objective truth-based commentary."
"Go away."
"Uh!"
Just as Lin Mu was about to speak again, Changlin, wearing the blue jersey and over two meters tall, suddenly accelerated and broke through two Shencheng Team players' defense, followed by a flying slam dunk, scoring.
Wow! The scene erupted, screams and shouts echoed without end. Clearly, Changlin's popularity in Wancheng was quite high. Just two minutes into the game, it completely became his solo performance — dribbles, three-pointers, fast breaks, double-handed dunks! All kinds of scoring methods, making a bunch of fans' blood boil, almost shouting themselves hoarse.
