To be Called an Old Man
The sound of the whistle blowing marked the end of the second match.
Fu Chen turned to look at the scoreboard with his chest heaving heavily. Seeing the final score stunned him for a long time. He was still having a hard time believing that it was true.
A slap on his shoulder snapped him into reality.
Fu Chen looked up only to see that Yan Li and the boys were smiling brightly at him.
"Fu Chen," Yan Li spoke his name. "We won!"
His eyes glinted. Fu Chen looked at the final score once again before the corner of his lips tilted up into a brilliant smile.
Yes. In the first match, their team won with a high score.
Their team had worked hard for it and the result was really something else. From the result, it can be shown that their team had beaten their opponent to a pulp!
The cheering sound was quite loud.