Training camp

"Yes, I'm sorry." Louis Ruiz's demonization was gradually lifted by Whitehead's head, the red-eyed demon disappeared, and determination shone again in his emerald eyes. Yes, he promised Nathan that he would climb higher to show him, and he would!

Whitehead, much calmer than Louis Ruiz, saw the situation and directly called out to Demarcus, "Louis Ruiz." He shook his head disapprovingly, his tone cautious, "You can't fall for this kind of provocation, the victory has only begun."

A long time, some arrogant little prince pressed his hat, but in the end did not say anything to refute.

"What a devil!" Marisa muttered, sitting on the floor, with her hands on her knees.

So, besides the national high school students who were watching the game from the fifth court, others stood around the court in twos and threes.

A win would not only be a morale booster for everyone, but would also open new doors for the middle schoolers.

"That's it." Just when the trio was about to reach their limit, Coach
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