"Who threw the ball!!"
Xuan Yuanyi saw that no one was admitting, and his anger grew even larger. He grabbed the bowling ball that had been thrown over to him with one hand, not expecting it to be a 16-pounder. The weight was roughly over fifteen pounds, and Xuan Yuanyi, who wasn't very strong, lost his balance as he lifted the ball and dropped it, decisively smashing it onto his own foot.
"Ah!!"
Xuan Yuanyi screamed loudly, jumped up, and clutched his right foot that had been hit.
"Damn, self-harm too!" Song Yun remarked in surprise, looking at Xuan Yuanyi.
"Did you throw it over on purpose?"
Wen Ting wasn't an idiot. For Song Yun's ball to fly so far over, since Song Yun himself was a master at controlling power, even if he really couldn't play bowling, how could such a big mistake occur? It simply couldn't be explained by not knowing how to play bowling.
"I...I really didn't mean to,"
