070 was scared by the muscular man.

The final three minutes.

On the court, Class 2 reorganized their offense.

For some reason, they had completely lost their momentum.

There were hardly any cheers from our class.

Even the Slime Monster, he was starting to lose his grip too.

Liu Xin directly intercepted a pass in the paint and hurled it far down to Jiang Qinghua.

Jiang Qinghua couldn't believe he had actually shaken off the Slime Monster.

My rhythm is finally back.

A standard Jiang Shuai-style layup, take that!

33:31!

We're in the lead!

I'm the MVP!

He looked towards his fan club first thing, his finger already resting in front of his lips, attempting to replicate Li Zheng's celebratory gesture.

"Li Zheng Li Zheng MVP!! Li Zheng Li Zheng MVP!!"

But the fan club was shouting another name, not caring to look at him at all.

Huh?

They've been turned against me?

When?

How… even you guys…

Damn it, we'll talk about this later.

On the sidelines, Ling Shijie could no longer stay crouched.