Wu Yunzhi retorted, "The court belongs to everyone?"
Immediately, he burst into laughter, and as his laughter echoed, the atmosphere around turned strange.
Zhuang Jianhui watched his laughter with cold eyes.
After laughing, Wu Yunzhi raised his head, a playful smile appeared on his lips, "The court is indeed everyone's, but there's always a first-come, first-served, right?"
Chang Yi, standing nearby, chimed in, "Yeah, we were here first."
Lin Zida and Wu Xiaoqi remained silent, while Zhuang Jianhui reasoned, "When we came, the court was clearly empty. According to your logic, just because you came first, does that mean the entire basketball court is yours?"
"Brother Wu, why bother reasoning with them? Let's just have a match, if they get hurt, it's their own fault." A guy cheered for Wu Yunzhi.
After all, Brother Wu said that after the basketball game today, he would treat them to lamb stew after evening self-study. Eating lamb stew in winter is a delight.
