In less than ten minutes, Zhang Qing, the counselor holding a basketball, arrived at the basketball court. Chen Zhezhe's throw had been accurate enough to actually smash into her office.
"Who threw this basketball?"
It was currently lunchtime, and the only people on the basketball court were Chen Zhezhe and his three companions. There was another group in the distance, but judging by the angle, it was impossible for the ball to have come from over there.
Chapter 45