The Punisher

Wu Yunzhi asked back, "The court belongs to everyone?"

Then he laughed. As his laughter rang out, the atmosphere around them turned strange.

Zhuang Jianhui watched him laugh with cold eyes.

After laughing, Wu Yunzhi raised his head, a teasing curl appearing at the corner of his mouth. "The court does belong to everyone, but there's still such a thing as first come, first served, right?"

Chang Yi, standing nearby, chimed in, "Yeah, we got here first."

Lin Zida and Wu Xiaoqi said nothing. Zhuang Jianhui reasoned with him, "When we got here, the court was clearly empty. By your logic, if you got here first, does that mean the entire Basketball Court belongs to you?"

"Brother Wu, why waste your breath talking to them? Let's just play. If they get hurt, that's their own damn fault," a boy cheered for Wu Yunzhi.

After all, Brother Wu had said that after basketball today, he would treat them to Mutton Hot Pot after evening self-study. Mutton hot pot in winter—nothing could be better.

Wu Yunzhi raised a hand, signaling him to stop.

"How about this? So no one says we bullied you, we'll play one-on-one. The loser gets lost," Wu Yunzhi said blandly.

He had played basketball since childhood. Whether in technique or physical ability, he was top-notch. As long as he did not run into a professional player, he feared no one.

He had played countless one-on-ones, against students from Grade 12 down to Grade 10, and had almost never met an opponent. The only time Wu Yunzhi had lost was against Wu Xiaoqi, when he had underestimated him.

As for why he had so readily proposed a one-on-one, it was because the boy before him inexplicably annoyed him.

The other guy had sharp brows and bright eyes. In terms