At that moment, Nie Xiaoxun looked at Fang Mingzhe's suave departing figure and suddenly felt utterly bamboozled.
During the third quarter that started next, Bo Tian and Fang Mingzhe played as if possessed, taking down all in their path.
Within the first few minutes, they not only leveled the score but also surged ahead at breakneck speed.
Ten minutes later, Nie Xiaoxun gazed stupefied at the scoreboard, rubbing her eyes, "Mumu, am I going blind?"
Mu Anran sighed deeply, "You're not blind. It's 60 to 88, Fang Mingzhe's team is ahead by 28 points."
"Pass me a block of tofu, I'm going to smash my head!" Nie Xiaoxun felt like dying.
Mu Anran sighed helplessly, patting Nie Xiaoxun's shoulder, "I told you not to resort to any underhand tricks. Now look, they were initially losing, and we come dressed like this, and it totally fired them up. Plus, look, Teacher Wang's team clearly can't keep up. I bet by the fourth quarter, the gap in scores will be even wider."
Nie Xiaoxun: "..."
