Basketball Court Duel

Li Liang took his position, and as soon as he turned around, he saw the basketball flying from Old Wang's palm, "Damn, you're going for another three-pointer..."

Liu Ziqiang and Zhao Baliao charged towards the backboard at the same time, planning to grab the ball.

But at that moment, a figure suddenly soared into the sky, as if freed from gravity. He jumped so high that his feet almost reached Old Wang's waist. With a "smack", he slapped the basketball down. The basketball drew a V-shape and rolled away.

After landing, Old Wang's hands were still in the shooting posture, his face frozen in disbelief, "This is impossible, this is impossible."

Looking at the others, they were all dumbfounded!

Qin Ze jogged over to pick up the ball. When he returned and saw everyone staring at him blankly, he threw the ball into Old Wang's arms and raised his head: "I saw admiration in your eyes."

"Damn it, you can block even at this height? How did you do it?" Old Wang cursed.

Li Liang: "We might have played a fake game."

Liu Ziqiang: "666"

Zhao Baliao: "Qin Ze, your jumping ability... it's unscientific, when did you become so fierce?"

The other three were also amazed, exclaiming how awesome he was.

Qin Ze himself was also taken aback. That thought flashed through his mind just now, and his body followed with the jumping action. With his usual jumping ability, it was absolutely impossible to reach this height, but he found that he hadn't reached his limit yet, he could jump even higher.

So I can jump this high.

He immediately thought of the Twelve-Section Brocade internal training method. He had been insisting on exercising these days, but even so, it was impossible to bring earth-shattering changes to his body, so only the internal training method could explain it.

"System, System, is it because of the internal training method?" He communicated with the System in his mind.

"Yes!"

"Damn, is this the rhythm of going to heaven? But I've only practiced for a few days."

"Progress is fast in the early stage, there's nothing to be surprised about. It can only be said that your previous physique was too weak."

Qin Ze ignored the System's complaints and was extremely excited. I've only practiced for a few days, and I can jump this high. What if I practice for a month, a year? Wouldn't I be breaking world records in minutes?

I seem to see the scene of flying over rooftops and wielding a sword in the martial world.

Haha, I want to fight ten!

After being shocked by Qin Ze, Old Wang became much more restrained, not daring to blindly shoot three-pointers anymore, playing cautiously. And Qin Ze adapted to his explosive power and speed, gradually getting into his stride. Several steals made the few good-for-nothings in Dorm 303 cheer loudly, but unfortunately, the shooting level of his side, including Qin Ze, was really too poor, with a probability of almost nine misses out of ten shots.

A cool breeze blew, twenty minutes after lunch, more and more people were on the court. The basketball court seemed a bit crowded. The later students didn't have a place, so they discussed with the students on the court, using ten balls as the standard for several groups to rotate.

"Hey, can you guys let us have the court? We want to play a full game." Someone stood outside the sideline of the court, smiling as he spoke.

Qin Ze turned his head and looked, his expression strange.

The guy who spoke was none other than Zhang Mingyu, the School Hunk who had been slapped in the face by him a few days ago. He had a basketball tucked under his arm, wearing an Adidas jersey and a pair of four-figure Nike sneakers. As expected of the School Hunk, his hairstyle was trendy, his eyebrows were sharp, and even his figure was so good, belonging to the sunny, muscular type who looks thin in clothes but has muscles when undressed.

The School Hunk's gaze swept over everyone, as if he hadn't noticed Qin Ze's existence, not even looking at him.

The few animals from Dorm 303 and 304 were in high spirits, and there were no vacant courts at the moment, so of course they didn't agree.

Behind Zhang Mingyu followed a group of strong men wearing basketball uniforms. One of the Crew Cut guys walked under the basket, snatched the basketball that missed the rim, and said loudly, "We are from the Department Basketball Team, we need to train, you guys give us the court."

His tone was very casual, not polite at all, very domineering.

Old Wang raised an eyebrow, "Where's the coach? It doesn't seem like the basketball team's training time is now."

Old Wang has a buddy who's also on the basketball team, but he's not around right now.

"Is it any of your business? Our basketball team can train whenever we want," the Crew Cut youth retorted angrily.

"I don't care what kind of onion your basketball team is," Zhao Baliao, burly and muscular, pointed at the basketball in the Crew Cut youth's hand, "Return the ball, and then get the hell out of here."

The northeastern man was simple and crude, never backing down from trouble. It must be said, his physique was quite intimidating.

"Forget it, forget it, let's just play half-court," Zhang Mingyu interjected in time, taking the ball from the Crew Cut youth's hand and tossing it to Zhao Baliao. Then, he led the Department Basketball Team towards the opposite basket.

After playing for a few more minutes, Qin Ze's group was covered in sweat and panting heavily. Although there was no sun today, it was the end of June, and the weather was hot and humid, causing a lot of moisture loss.

Qin Ze wiped his sweat and glanced at Zhang Mingyu's group, who were playing with great enthusiasm. The School Hunk was not only handsome but also skilled at basketball, with smooth dribbling and standard shooting form. He must have been a hero on the court in middle and high school. In those days, being handsome and good at basketball made you popular with girls. If you were also a top student, that would be heaven-defying, and nine out of ten girls would want to have your babies.

But Qin Ze was just a background character, only able to look up to the protagonist.

"Let's take a break, I'll go buy some water, you guys practice shooting," Qin Ze said, running off the court.

The school supermarket wasn't far from here, a five-minute round trip. Qin Ze bought everyone a bottle of energy drink, carrying the plastic bag as he jogged back. He could still play for about twenty minutes before he had to go to the classroom to study the Mathematical Modeling Fund with Professor Li.

When Qin Ze returned to the court, he saw a long-planned "conspiracy." The arrogant Crew Cut youth glanced at Zhao Baliao and the others, grinned, leaned back, and threw the basketball with all his might.

The hard rubber basketball whistled through the air, almost turning into a black shadow, and hit Li Liang squarely on the head.

"Thump!"

The dull thud startled everyone. Li Liang staggered forward, didn't even manage a groan, and collapsed limply to the ground.

Everyone was shocked and rushed forward. Seeing his eyes vacant and his expression blank, they breathed a sigh of relief while also feeling a surge of anger.

Li Liang's mind was blank. He was dazed for a few seconds before he came to his senses. He touched the back of his head, and damn it, there was a bump. He immediately jumped up and cursed, "Damn it, which bastard hit your grandpa?"

"Sorry, sorry," the Crew Cut youth scurried over, actually picking up the ball first before apologizing, "The ball went flying, unintentional, unintentional."

On the basketball court, it's common for balls to fly around and hit people, but an unintentionally flying ball usually doesn't hit too hard. It's rare for someone to get a bump on the back of their head like Li Liang.

"You damn blind, do you hit people like that?" Zhao Baliao roared.

"We didn't do it on purpose, it's basketball, there are always mistakes," the Crew Cut youth spread his hands.

"If apologies were useful, what would we need the police for?" Old Wang said with a grim face.

"Then go call the police," the Crew Cut youth sneered.

Not to mention Liu Ziqiang and Zhao Baliao, the guys from Dorm 304 were also angry, cursing under their breath.

"My classmate has a bump on the back of his head, do you play basketball like that?" Liu Ziqiang frowned.

On the other side, several basketball team members also walked over. Zhang Mingyu said gently, "Sorry, that ball was really unintentional, we weren't paying attention, sorry about that, classmate."

He paused, and smiled, "Is the injury serious? To be safe, let's go to the Medical Clinic, I'll pay for it. If you're not comfortable, you can also go to a nearby hospital. Bring the payment slip to me afterward."

What does this mean? You hit someone, and a few light apologies are enough? You'll pay for the medical expenses? Shouldn't you be paying for them? The most infuriating thing is, bring the slip to you for reimbursement afterward? What kind of talk is that? You hit someone, and you're too lazy to even take them to the Medical Clinic?

Li Liang was so angry he almost vomited blood. Did he care about the medical expenses? It was the other party's attitude that he couldn't stand.

Zhao Baliao had a fiery temper. He strode over, ready to hit someone, but Liu Ziqiang held him back tightly.

This matter was originally in their favor, but resorting to violence, even if justified, becomes unjustified. University is not like middle school; fighting is not a minor issue, especially a group fight. At best, it's a major demerit; at worst, expulsion. If someone gets a minor injury, well, it's off to the police station.

Middle school fights happen because students are hot-blooded and immature, plus most are underage, so as long as nothing major happens, it's fine. University is different; you're legally responsible.

Besides, this kind of thing was unintentional, and the other side apologized. Blowing it up won't do Zhao Baliao and the others any good.

"Hurry up and leave, take your classmate to the hospital, lest something happens and you blame us," the Crew Cut youth shrugged, grabbed his basketball, and turned to leave.

"Bang!"

Something whistling through the air smashed into the back of his head, exploding and splattering liquid.

The Crew Cut youth was much bigger than Li Liang, so he wasn't stunned. He let out a miserable cry, his basketball slipped from his hand, and he turned around, eyes wide with fury, clutching the back of his head.

Everyone present was shocked and turned to look at the culprit.

Qin Ze walked over leisurely, carrying a drink. He didn't apologize but instead complained to Zhao Baliao in a flurry, "Ba Liang, are you deaf? I asked you to catch the drink, and I called you for ages without you hearing?" He glared at the dumbfounded Zhao Baliao before apologizing to the Crew Cut youth, "Oops, sorry, sorry, my hand-eye coordination is terrible, I didn't mean to hit you, it was an accident, an accident."

"**** your mother."

The Crew Cut youth roared and kicked at Qin Ze.

Qin Ze moved faster, kicking the guy in the stomach and knocking him to the ground, coldly saying, "Want to fight? Come on!"

I can't believe he'd say such a cool line.

It completely doesn't fit my background character setting.

Qin Ze turned to his companions and said, "I saw it just now, this guy deliberately threw it at people."

"**** his ancestors."

"Damn it."

"Looking for death, do you think we're easy to bully?"

Zhao Baliao, Old Wang, and the others immediately changed their expressions. It really was a deliberate throw; they were provoking them. Just because they're on the basketball team?

Everyone was furious. None of them were pushovers, and they all had tempers. Demanding they give up the court earlier had already caused unpleasantness, and now they deliberately hit someone, clearly bullying them.

Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, and the tense atmosphere had attracted the surrounding students playing basketball, who gathered to watch, Zhang Mingyu hurriedly stopped his angry companions. He stared at Qin Ze with a gloomy expression, "We're all adults, let's resolve this conflict in a different way."

"This is a basketball court, so let's settle it with basketball. The loser apologizes." Zhang Mingyu smirked, revealing a sinister smile, "Not only apologize, but also shout three times, 'Grandpa, I won't dare to do it again'."

Ding! Main Mission, Show Off in Public (2/15):

Please engage in a match with the basketball team represented by Zhang Mingyu and achieve victory. Successful completion rewards 300 Points, failure deducts 300 Points.

"Okay!" Qin Ze agreed immediately. Fighting is too low-class. The loser suffers, but the winner doesn't fare much better. Besides, with so many people watching, it's easy to alarm the school leaders. Being disciplined would be the least of their worries; if he got expelled, the Old Man would probably beat him to death.

The main reason is that the System issued a Mission; he has to go all out. At the same time, Qin Ze was wary. The Mission reward is 300 Points, is that a bit too much? The first Mission also rewarded 300 Points, but that was a "first-time" reward bonus. This shows that this Mission is much more difficult than translating Russian or kissing his older sister, etc.