I was the only girl in the league's youth training camp, and everyone was waiting to see my joke.
The professional players lined up and taunted me: "Female player? The high points are all thanks to Brother Yewang, right?"
Until the international competition, our team was beaten to a pulp by South Korea's ace jungler.
The coach asked desperately: "Who can punish this madman?"
I raised my hand silently: "He owes me two hundred thousand, and he hasn't paid it back yet."
That night, the arrogant Korean wild king hung up under the tower and sent me a private message:
"Honey, stop chasing me. I'll pay you back tomorrow."
