"Minister Chen, pass the ball? I'm leaving after I shoot."
After lazily making nine three-pointers, Chu Ge turned his head, looked at Chen Lei, who had a conflicted expression, and said with a signature smile.
"Uh..."
Seeing Chu Ge's laid-back demeanor, Chen Lei almost wanted to cry. Just from the casualness he displayed while making those nine shots, it was clear that this last shot was no problem for him either!
At this moment, Chen Lei truly regretted asking Peng Xianggang to help him.
If Chu Ge made the last shot, Peng Xianggang would lose, and Chen Lei would have to cough up the 30,000 yuan they bet, which he surely couldn't bring himself to ask Peng to pay.
As for reneging on the bet? He couldn't bring himself to do something so shameless.
