"What's with you? Did someone beat you up?" Lin Feng gave Wang Zikai a quick once-over. Finding him walking somewhat oddly but showing no other signs of injury, he asked casually.
"I sprained my foot. No one beat me up, but this is more embarrassing than getting beaten up!" Wang Zikai replied through clenched teeth, shaking his head. "We lost our basketball match against the Finance class last night. It was a terrible defeat, 48-69."
"So, you lost. It's just an exhibition match, not a big deal." Lin Feng then noticed that Zhong Jialiang and Yang Ming also wore long faces, sitting listlessly in their seats.
"Losing isn't the issue. Those guys from the Finance Class Basketball Team have such filthy mouths... and we wouldn't have lost that badly. They knew I was the main scorer and deliberately targeted me, fouling me repeatedly until I sprained my foot and couldn't play anymore. We had to bring in substitutes for the second half," Wang Zikai complained bitterly.
