"Certainly, Turan performed very well this time, Camihong couldn't quite handle him."
Ancelotti walked back dejected.
And Lu Yang appeared beside him, speaking, "Ancelotti, you can't do this."
Ancelotti was a bit puzzled.
What did I do?
"You can't show leniency to San Remo just because we're friends now, or because you're worried outsiders might question or doubt our friendly relationship!" Lu Yang stated firmly, "When it's time to score, just score, don't give me face!"
"Playing like this is an insult to me and San Remo, do you understand?"
"Don't tell me you didn't intentionally miss that last shot. I know very well that you could have scored it blindfolded!"
After Lu Yang finished speaking, he ran off seriously.
But turned around with a smile.
Ancelotti wore a stunned look.
No way, he really didn't intentionally miss!
He genuinely didn't score, and he didn't know what happened!
It's like that instant... suddenly the goal shrank, turning into a basketball hoop.
