The Crew Cut Youth controlled the ball steadily as he called to his teammates, "Play properly. They have no hope—the score gap is too big. Pass the ball to Mingyu more and let him shoot from the Three-Point Line. We need to widen the score gap to a number that will make them despair. Even if that Qin Ze..." He had just been about to say, "Even if Qin Ze is good at steals, it won't matter," when a teammate behind him suddenly cried out, "Watch behind you!"
Before the words had faded, he heard the wind sound behind him. His heart tightened, and he instinctively dribbled aside... Where was the ball? Startled, he turned around and saw Qin Ze dribbling madly toward their basket, with Zhang Mingyu chasing after him in a fury to stop him. Qin Ze rushed ahead, but after finally reaching the basket, he turned and actually threw the ball to Old Wang, who was all the way outside the Three-Point Line.
No one was guarding Old Wang; they had all run off to intercept Qin Ze. He slowly drew a breath, jumped, and shot a three-pointer.
No one can block me now, right?
The ball bounced off the rim several times before dropping through the net.
"Fuck!" the Crew Cut Youth cursed.
Old Wang, Qin Ze, and the others high-fived one another, basking in the cheers from the spectators. At last, their momentum had fully returned, and their fighting spirit was rekindled.
The Basketball Team brought the ball forward again. This time, they used a tactic. After receiving the ball, Zhang Mingyu sprinted across half the court. Several players abandoned their marks and set screens on Qin Ze. Sure enough, they created an opening for Zhang Mingyu, and he did not hesitate to shoot.
The basketball spun out of his hand. Before it could trace a perfect arc, a sharp smack rang out, and the ball shot away. This time, it did not fly out of bounds; Zhao Baliao caught it.
Another block!
The spectators erupted, accompanied by the rapid click-click of Shutter Sounds.
"I got it! Hahaha."
"Me too. I'm posting it to the Campus Forum right away."
"Look at the photo. Qin Ze jumped so fucking high. If he entered the school sports meet, he might break the high-jump record."
Zhang Mingyu prided himself on his good upbringing, but even he could not help wanting to swear.
Didn't they set a screen on him? How did he do that?
Zhao Baliao charged toward the basket, made a layup in three steps, banked it in, and scored another two points.
The score was now 22–11, and the gap between the two sides was still enormous.
Zhang Mingyu's side inbounded the ball. He discreetly signaled his teammates. The one controlling the ball hesitated before passing it to him from close range. He truly did not dare make a long pass, afraid Qin Ze would steal it again.
After getting the ball, Zhang Mingyu leaped high right in front of Qin Ze. At the same time, he leaned backward and shot again.
I refuse to believe you can block this too!
"A Fadeaway Jumper from the Three-Point Line? Isn't that too forced?" the spectators exclaimed.
"If he doesn't use a Fadeaway Jumper, Qin Ze might block him again. Damn, he's already been promoted from Slap-in-the-Face King to Block King."
"Ahhh, Zhang Mingyu looks so handsome in that pose! I love you!!"
Smack!
What answered the crowd's cheers was a crisp sound, one they knew all too well—the sound of a block.
Qin Ze soared into the air, his jumping ability utterly monstrous. Once again, he swung a powerful palm and heavily slapped the basketball away.
The girls' cheers cut off abruptly, followed by sharp gasps.
A block!
Another block!
Do you have to be like this? Were you born just to block shots?
Zhang Mingyu stared blankly.
Virgin grabbed the ball and ran, scoring another two points. The score gap kept shrinking, and the scales of victory were slowly tipping.
Soon, the ball was in Zhang Mingyu's hands again. Qin Ze did not spread his arms into a defensive stance. He smiled and said, "I'll let you shoot."
I can block you until you start questioning your life.
Zhang Mingyu panted heavily, fury blazing in his eyes. Instinctively, he wanted to shoot, but when he saw Qin Ze's calm expression, he chickened out for the first time in his life. How is his stamina this good? His face isn't even red, and he isn't out of breath... If I shoot, he'll still block me.
After hesitating briefly, he caught sight of the Crew Cut Youth approaching from the corner of his eye. Gritting his teeth, he passed the ball out.
The spectators saw it all and burst into laughter. "Hey, Zhang Mingyu wanted to shoot just now, but he gave up again."
"Hahaha, he doesn't dare shoot anymore."
"Please calculate the area of Zhang Mingyu's psychological shadow."
"Hahahaha!"
After receiving the ball, the Crew Cut Youth got past his opponent with the help of his teammates' screens and smoothly scored a point.
"Get your spirits up! Let's finish this quickly!" the Crew Cut Youth roared. There was even a sense of relief in his voice, as though clouds had finally parted to reveal clear skies. At last, they had scored!
His morale soared, and he felt his confidence returning. After being repeatedly stripped and blocked by Qin Ze, even the battle-hardened Basketball Team players had begun to lose their momentum. Scoring at a time like this was crucial. As long as their momentum returned, they could beat that bunch of amateurs with their normal performance.
The Crew Cut Youth dribbled forward at full speed, preparing to score another basket and build up their momentum.
"Watch behind you!"
He heard a teammate roar from behind him.
That little bastard is trying to steal again!
The Crew Cut Youth's heart jolted with rage. He instinctively turned sideways to shield the ball, taking a defensive posture while keeping it behind him... Huh, where was the ball?
A figure brushed past him, the breeze it stirred grazing the corners of his eyes and brows. Then the ball was gone!
Damn it, are you a dog or something?
The Crew Cut Youth cursed loudly. His ball had been stolen again—once more, Qin Ze had taken it silently, before he had any time to react.
On the other side, after stealing the ball, Qin Ze raced forward with it. He slipped past the defense of two players in succession, passed it to Virgin, and Virgin shot and scored.
Seeing this, the Crew Cut Youth calmed down for the first time and muttered, "I request a five-minute timeout."
Timeout my ass!
Qin Ze's first reaction was to refuse. He still had things to do later and did not have time to fool around with these guys. But Old Wang and the others agreed, because it was a rule on the Basketball Court that either side could request a timeout.
"What's wrong? Why call a timeout?" Zhang Mingyu asked the Crew Cut Youth.
The Crew Cut Youth looked around at his four teammates and said solemnly, "That guy's athletic ability is too strong. If this keeps going, things will get bad. The score is 24–16 now. We're only four baskets apart."
Zhang Mingyu's face immediately darkened. "What do you suggest?"
Now, he was panicking too. What had been a sure win had unexpectedly turned into a gradual comeback by the other side. At this rate, they might actually capsize in the gutter.
"Have you noticed? Other than steals and blocks, this Qin Ze has barely taken any shots. Whenever he steals the ball, he passes it out. He still has zero points. That shows he has no scoring ability, or at least his shooting is terrible. As long as we stop his steals, victory will ultimately belong to us." After a pause, seeing everyone's eyes light up as they looked at him, the Crew Cut Youth smiled smugly. "I have an idea..."
Meanwhile, someone uploaded pictures of Qin Ze's several blocks to the Campus Forum. Within moments, they drew hundreds of replies and were then featured and pinned by a moderator.
"An Airborne Man has appeared!"
"Holy Mother Mary!"
"He jumped that high? What a talent. Hurry, take him away to polish car beads."
"Not bad. This Qin Ze has some skills. He slapped Zhang Mingyu in the face again."
"What a joke. He hasn't even won. The final victor will still be Zhang Mingyu. One person being impressive doesn't mean anything."
"The person above admits he's impressive too. Even if he loses in the end, it'll be because of the overall lineup. Zhang Mingyu might not even be his match in basketball."
"Hahahaha, please calculate Zhang Mingyu's psychological shadow area. Three blocks in a row."
"Zhang Mingyu: Mom, I'll never shoot three-pointers again."
"Qin Ze, fuck you! OP is an idiot!"
"I'm going to the Basketball Court to cheer for Mingyu myself. I'll be Mingyu's Die-hard Fan for life."
"OP, what's the score now?"
A moment later, the original poster replied, "24–16. It's really hard to say who will win."
"Caught a wild OP! Everyone, hurry up and take off your pants to fuck him."
"Damn, OP, you still have the mood to post?"
OP: "The game's paused right now. Damn it, there are more and more people over here. It's almost as crowded as a school basketball game."
"I'm coming over right now. Fuck, who said this was a completely suspense-free match? I almost missed the good show."
"OP, remember to livestream it. Damn it, I'm out having dinner with my girlfriend. All she does is eat, eat, eat. She's becoming a little pig, and I want to beat her to death."
"Hahaha, I took a screenshot. If you've got guts, post your girlfriend's ID."
"Screenshot taken too!"
"Hmph, what's the point of screenshots? That spendthrift bitch—I'll fuck her until she cries."
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