Gao Lingwei stumbled, falling back until her spine was pressed against Rong Taotao's back.
The two brothers had Rong Taotao and Gao Lingwei sandwiched between them. For a moment, the cheers from the stands grew even louder; the audience seemed to believe they were already seeing the end of the story.
"It's over. The underclassmen are completely surrounded."
"That Gao Lingwei is decent on offense, but her defense seems weak. If she tries to use offense as her defense, I'm afraid she'll leave Rong Taotao's back exposed."
"Mmm... this pincer tactic is good. Although it's technically two separate 1v1s, it's not a pure 1v1. It'll force the underclassmen to hesitate."
On the field, the younger brother, Qi Tian, wore a smug expression. He stared at Gao Lingwei's long legs... ahem, don't get the wrong idea. He wasn't a pervert; he just didn't dare look into her eyes, terrified he'd fall for one of her tricks.
So, Qi Tian could only look at her legs—or to be more precise, her waist.
