"Yeah!"
Zhang Liao sighed, looking at Hao Jian surrounded by several girls on the court. He smiled at Ma Ze: "Rest assured, I still have some sense. Otherwise, I wouldn't be Zhang Liao."
"That's the spirit!"
Ma Ze came over, patted Zhang Liao on the shoulder, and laughed out loud at his friend: "But really, your injury caught me off guard! But it's okay, I heard from the doctor that you've only hurt your muscles, not your bones. A little rest and medication for a week or so and you'll be fine."
"I know my body. If this match would ruin me, why would I keep playing basketball?" Zhang Liao suddenly mocked himself, looking at Hao Jian, "But tell me, how does this man manage to turn the tables in such a disadvantageous situation?"
Hearing this, Ma Ze slightly shook his head, looking at Hao Jian with flickering eyes: "I don't know. I just think he's very strong, at least at an NBA star level. But for some reason, I always feel like he's holding back against these people."
