"What do you mean?" Chen Yu asked.
Su Jun quickly shook his head. "Nothing, just a thought that came to me."
He looked at Chen Yu, his eyes filled with the urge to speak his mind.
Chen Yu smiled. 'This guy, trying to be mysterious with me.'
"Mm."
Chen Yu gave a slight nod and didn't press the issue.
Su Jun immediately looked as uncomfortable as if he'd swallowed a fly, bottling it all up.
Seeing that Chen Yu still wasn't asking, he waited until he saw the China Team on offense, where Bartel, a center, was constantly loitering above the free-throw line.
Su Jun pointed to the court. "Take Yao Ming and Liu Wei, for example. They're from the same hometown and play together for the Modu Team, so they're one clique. Then you have the guys from the Capital, Li Nan and Bartel; they're another. And then Du Feng and Zhu Fangyu are from Yuehai, so they're a clique too."
