Soon, the warm-ups ended. With a sharp blast from the referee's whistle, the game officially began.
As the whistle blew, the referee tossed the ball high into the air, and Liu Zhu and Lü Tian both jumped for it.
Lü Tian was quite confident about the tip-off. His vertical leap had always been impressive—and besides, his opponent was Liu Zhu, someone he didn't even consider a threat.
'If they'd put Zhao Yuan up for the tip-off, he might have posed a threat. But anyone else can forget about taking this ball from me!'
Lü Tian sneered. In his eyes, Class Three of Integrated Chinese and Western Medicine had made a huge mistake by not having Zhao Yuan do the tip-off.
'I'll win this tip, launch a fast break, and if we score first, it'll be a huge morale boost for us and a major blow to Class Three of Integrated Chinese and Western Medicine!'
So much for the fantasy; reality was cruel.
