Zhang Yan washed his hands, wiped them casually on his body twice, then turned around to take things home. Suddenly, a basketball came towards me.
Zhang Yan leaned back, clasped his hands, and firmly caught the basketball. Then he tilted his head and looked at the person in front of him.
The man smiled and asked, "What? Still lose?"
Zhang Yan curled his lips and said, "I'm in a bad mood right now. Why are you here to join in the fun?" As he said that, he dribbled the ball around Zhou Yun, picked up the bag on the stone bench and continued dribbling the ball.
Zhou Yun caught up with him in two steps, grabbed the ball, held it diagonally around his waist, put one hand on Zhang Yan's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, I really agree with that sentence - you are not afraid of opponents who are like tigers, but you are afraid of teammates who are like pigs. Your basketball dream is about to be shattered in the hands of those pigs in your grade."
"Yeah, yeah," Zhang Yan knocked the hand off his shoulder and said depressedly, "I never thought that I would be knocked down in the first round."
"Seriously, if you still lose tomorrow's game... Hey, it's useless for you to glare at me. Even if you play well, only people in your school know that you can't make a name for yourself. You have to think of a way."
"Find a way?" Zhang Yan rolled his eyes at him, "Do you really want me to grab their collars and yell at them, 'Thanks to you, my basketball dream is over'?"