He wasn't interested in playing, so he simply tossed the basketball to Xue Yuantong.
Just then, a shout came from a corner of the basketball court.
"Brother Wu is awesome, he dunked!"
"Oh my god, that's amazing!"
Actually, it didn't quite count as a dunk. Earlier, Wu Yunzhi jumped and only managed to graze the rim with his fingers, which was more of a "near dunk."
But for an ordinary high school student, such a skill was still pretty impressive.
In a typical high school, the number of students who could dunk could be counted on one hand. There's a good chance there might even be none at all.
Wu Yunzhi basked in the awe of his classmates.
However, the boys from Class 8 who were playing basketball took one look and then turned away.
Nothing surprising, after all, back during the military training in their first year, everyone had seen Zhuang Jianhui dunk in person, and it was a backboard alley-oop, which was far more spectacular than Wu Yunzhi's.
