"Mr. Zhao, Yan, which one of you would like to go first?"
Qin Yang glanced at Zhao Youliang and Yan Weifeng, picked up a basketball, and asked.
Yan Weifeng and Zhao Youliang exchanged a look, realizing that both of them looked quite embarrassed. Whoever went first would be the first to lose face.
Making two or three out of seven shots would be fine, but if they couldn't make any, then they'd lose face big time.
"Yan, since you were the one who suggested the competition first, why don't you go first?"
Qin Yang smiled softly and tossed the basketball in his hand to Yan Weifeng.
Looking at the basketball in his hand, Yan Weifeng raised his eyes to look at the hoop across the court. His face turned from pale to red, and then from red to pale again.
