"Xiaohan, what are you doing?"
Han Zhilu's teammates were all stunned.
They had never seen this side of Han Zhilu.
"Nothing, just decided to get a little serious." Han Zhilu stretched his shoulders, then said to a middle-aged man on the opposing team, "Brother Li, my apologies in advance for the second half."
The man who was called out, likely the captain of Team B, was taken aback for a moment, then nodded with an exasperated smile.
On the sidelines, Chen Yu and Castelli exchanged a look, seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.
"This kid."
Chen Yu gave a wry smile. It was as if taking off his glasses had turned him into a completely different person.
Castelli said, "Chen, it seems he hasn't neglected his physical conditioning, at least."
He had a smaller frame and didn't carry much bulk, but his muscle definition was clear. It wasn't easy to achieve that level of fitness through natural training alone.
