Slam Dunk

The game restarted, Zhang Mingyu stood outside the three-point line, holding Qin Ze back. If Qin Ze intercepted the ball in the inner line, they would pass the ball to Zhang Mingyu, who would shoot a three-pointer unguarded.

The tactic worked immediately, successfully allowing Zhang Mingyu to score a three-pointer, while the Crew Cut Youth and another player each scored two points. At this point, the score on the field was 31-22. The score was still narrowing, but judging from the momentum, it would be extremely difficult to overtake before the end of the game.

"This is tricky now." Zhao Baliao grinned, covered in sweat.

Qin Ze nodded, this was the so-called being unable to support a single tree. In team competitions, individual ability, no matter how outstanding, is just a highlight and a selling point. It is easily targeted and suppressed. This was a lesson Qin Ze learned in the game. Unless it was a king-level expert crushing bronze players, these basketball players were clearly not rookies.

"System, exchange for three-point shooting skills." Qin Ze silently communicated with the System. A few meters away, the basketball was being passed around in the opponent's hands. As long as Qin Ze guarded Zhang Mingyu, they wouldn't let the ball come this way.

Qin Ze moved his feet, his leg muscles exerted force, and a powerful burst of energy propelled his entire body out, intercepting the ball like a gust of wind, and attacking with the ball.

The moment the ball was in his hands, there was no longer the previous awkwardness and stagnation, but rather a sense of smoothness as if it were an extension of his arm, as if he was a born king of the court, naturally close to it.

Zhang Mingyu sprinted wildly, chasing his back, while shouting to his teammates: "Keep an eye on your own man, don't let them catch the ball and shoot."

Qin Ze himself couldn't shoot, he had been playing as an assist, this was the judgment of Zhang Mingyu and others, defending those guys, and they would defend Qin Ze.

Rushing to the three-point line, Qin Ze made an unexpected move, he made a sudden stop, jumped and shot, the movement was smooth and flowing, without any delay.

He's anxious!

Zhang Mingyu was happy instead of surprised, whether it was a duel between experts or a battle between two armies, as long as one side's emotions became anxious and eager, then they were not far from failure. In this case, the more Qin Ze, who couldn't shoot, took action, the more mistakes he would make.

At most ten balls and they would win, and the two sides were currently nearly ten points apart.

His proud explosive power and jumping ability were restrained by them.

It would be strange if he wasn't anxious.

A feeling of joy welled up from the bottom of his heart, Zhang Mingyu's eyes followed the spinning ball higher and higher, and falling at the highest point... After the basketball drew a perfect arc, it went into the net!

Zhang Mingyu's pupils shrank instantly, and the surging joy dissipated in an instant.

How is this possible!

This is impossible!

"fuck!"

He heard the Crew Cut Youth not far away curse.

A moment later, the whole place roared, applause and shouts rang out.

Three-pointers can cause cheers and drive emotions anywhere.

Qin Ze had a confident smile on the corner of his mouth, what I am proud of is not jumping ability, not explosive power, but the Enlightenment Empowerment Technique. So what if you are full-level accounts, can you block my hacking knife?

This time Zhang Mingyu served the ball. After being suppressed by Qin Ze several times, he dismissed the idea of being active on the basketball court. If he was not active, it would be difficult for Qin Ze, who was defending him, to be active. And their side were all experts, while his side were rookies. Thinking like this, Zhang Mingyu felt better, and regarded the previous ball as a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, and having a stroke of luck.

A group of people broke through from their own basketball hoop to Qin Ze's basketball hoop, using well-coordinated screens to easily score.

The Crew Cut Youth applauded and shouted: "Good!"

Next, the Virgin served the ball, passing it to Liu Ziqiang according to the principle of proximity. Liu Ziqiang dribbled the ball and ran wildly, and was intercepted by two people under the basket. Qin Ze detoured from the three-point line and shouted: "Here!"

Liu Ziqiang hesitated for a moment, he had finally broken into the inner line, wouldn't it be a waste to pass it back to the three-point line like this. Glancing at the corner of his eye, Old Wang and the Virgin were being closely watched, Zhao Baliao was under his own basket on the other side, and Zhang Mingyu was temporarily thrown off by Qin Ze, lagging behind by a few meters. Only Qin Ze was temporarily unguarded, gritted his teeth, and threw the ball out with force.

Qin Ze jumped up, caught the basketball, glanced at Zhang Mingyu rushing towards him, and made a fake shot.

Zhang Mingyu immediately jumped up to block.

Even if I know you can't shoot, I won't let you shoot easily.

But who would have thought this was a feint by Qin Ze? He missed. The moment he landed, Qin Ze jumped up and shot the basketball.

Zhang Mingyu's eyes followed the basketball closely, I don't believe you can still score!

"Whoosh!"

It went into the net!

Another three-pointer!

"Good job, Qin Ze!" Zhao Baliao shouted from afar, under his own basket.

Old Wang and Virgin Liu Ziqiang shouted excitedly, this three-pointer was beautiful, they saw the hope of victory.

Outside the court, the audience was excited.

"He scored again, so amazing."

"Not worse than Zhang Mingyu."

"Qin Ze is so good at shooting three-pointers, why didn't he shoot before?"

"Pfft... Don't tell me, he's deliberately pretending to be weak to trick Zhang Mingyu and slap his face."

Zhang Mingyu stood there dumbfounded, his teeth clenched, his eyes glanced over the cheering Liu Ziqiang and others, and landed on the Crew Cut Youth and a few teammates' faces, everyone's expression was the same, gloomy. Getting lucky was nothing, but if Qin Ze was really a one-man army, then the situation would be troublesome. The steals were unpredictable, the blocks were powerful, and he also had accurate three-point shooting, how could they play?

The Crew Cut Youth walked over with the basketball, without directly starting the game, but whispered to Zhang Mingyu and others: "Play fast directly, keep the tactics unchanged, don't worry about anything else, in terms of physical strength and scoring skills, we are stronger than them. And we are temporarily leading in points, play fast, don't give them a chance to breathe, in the end, we will definitely be the first to reach fifty points."

He was from the basketball team, he had this vision and decision-making ability.

Zhang Mingyu heard this, pondered and nodded: "Let's do it this way, I'm troubling you brothers today, I'll take everyone out to play tonight."

Several people's eyes lit up, Zhang Mingyu's so-called going out to play was naturally adult "play", they really had no interest in just drinking and singing.

The game continued, the basketball team went all out, completely disregarding their physical strength, and soon Virgin Old Wang and the others felt overwhelmed. Their physical strength was limited, and they had played half a day of games before. Now they were panting. Relying entirely on Qin Ze alone, rushing left and right, steals, blocks, three-pointers...

The score alternated upwards!

36—27

40—38

44—40

48—48

"It's tied!"

Li Liang shouted.

The spirits of both sides on the court were shaken, and their momentum suddenly changed, becoming murderous and high-spirited.

The last ball!

Who wins and who loses, who is the grandson and who is the grandpa, depends on who scores this last ball first!

The off-court shouts died down, and everyone held their breath, both excited and expectant. This match was too interesting. There was no crushing, no unstoppable momentum or utter defeat. It was full of climaxes, and the score was pushed to a tie near the end.

It was even more interesting than the school basketball team's games.

Zhang Mingyu's supporters, a dozen or so girls with fragile hearts, clenched their fists tightly.

The Crew Cut Youth dribbled the ball to the boundary line, slowly exhaling to calm his excited and complex emotions. Zhang Mingyu nodded slightly to him, indicating that he could serve. Qin Ze silently stood in front of Zhang Mingyu, dispelling the Crew Cut Youth's idea of passing the ball to Zhang Mingyu, and instead passed the ball to another teammate.

Campus Forum!

"Poster, has the game ended? It's been more than ten minutes."

"Not yet, but it's at the final moment," the poster replied shortly after, his phone had a message notification, "It's too exciting, too exciting, you definitely won't guess what the score is now."

"50-20?"

"Don't be silly, didn't the poster say it hasn't ended yet?"

"49-9?"

"Pfft..."

The poster sent a "Heavens!" expression: "48-48!"

"Really? Wow!"

"I didn't study much, poster, don't lie to me."

"Oh, not bad, don't stop me, I'm going to the basketball court."

"Poster, who has possession of the ball now!"

The poster replied: "Uh... Zhang Mingyu's side."

"Then it's over, whoever controls the ball first wins half the game, especially against the basketball team!"

"Quickly live stream the results, we want to see Qin Ze call him grandpa."

"Yes, yes, this part must not be missed, we want to see the face-slapping king get slapped."

"Although Qin Ze is good at basketball, I also think he has no hope, after all, Zhang Mingyu's side are all from the basketball team."

"First of all, I'm not a girl, Zhang Mingyu is my buddy, he's not at school today, otherwise he would definitely go to the court to cheer him on. I don't know who Qin Ze is."

"Does he deserve to step on Zhang Mingyu to make a name for himself? Doesn't he look at what he is?"

"There's nothing fair or unfair, he is powerful, and Zhang Mingyu is not bad either. Basketball games still depend on overall quality. Qin Ze is not good enough!"

At this moment, the guy controlling the ball dribbled forward. His basketball uniform had the number 55 on it. 55 had just rushed to the inside line when he was jointly blocked by Liu Ziqiang and Virgin. 55's eyes quickly scanned the positions of his teammates. There was one under the basket, but he was closely guarded by a big guy (Zhao Baliao), and he couldn't pass it. Zhang Mingyu was being watched by Qin Ze, so he couldn't pass it. Only one was undefended. The guy who was originally defending him (Liu Ziqiang) came to defend me, Zhu Yunfei (Crew Cut Youth) is behind me...

In a flash, he saw Liu Ziqiang reaching out to steal the ball, and decisively pretended to throw the ball to an undefended teammate.

Qin Ze had been staring at him from beginning to end, and immediately understood his purpose. His powerful explosive force propelled him towards that loophole, waiting for this moment.

However, at this moment, 55's action of pretending to throw the ball froze slightly. This was just a feint, and he threw the ball backwards.

I've been waiting for this moment too, knowing that you have amazing explosive power and jumping ability, how could I not guard against you?

The Crew Cut Youth killed out from behind him like a ghost. 55's tacit pick-and-roll briefly blocked Liu Ziqiang and Virgin. This created an opening. The Crew Cut Youth dribbled and rushed forward, taking a big step towards the basket.

One step.

Two steps.

He leaped up and slammed the dunk with one hand!

Qin Ze's pupils shrank.

Liu Ziqiang, Virgin, and Old Wang turned their heads in horror, watching him leap high, rushing straight for the basket, their eyes filled with anxiety and despair... They were going to lose!

A one-handed slam dunk!

The hearts of the spectators outside the court instantly leaped to their throats, waiting for him to score, and then erupt in thunderous cheers.

If the picture were to freeze on the Crew Cut Youth's face at this moment, his expression would be particularly ferocious.

I must score this goal.

Just then, a roar shook his ears: "Are you pretending I don't exist?"

At the same time, there were exclamations from Zhang Mingyu and others: "Careful behind you!"

Crap!

That phrase again!

Like a curse, it stirred up the Crew Cut Youth's shadow.

He immediately felt the abnormality behind him, but as he was in mid-air at this moment, he had no time and no way to take any precautions.

"Pa!"

A hand came down from above, slapping the basketball out of his hand.

"Oh my god!" someone exclaimed.

"When it comes to high jumping, I only admire Qin Ze."

"My dear heart, I almost couldn't take it."

"Too wonderful, too wonderful."

"MVP: Qin Ze!"

"Qin Ze, go to hell, Zhang Mingyu, go go go."

"Zhang Mingyu, go go go."

"Zhang Mingyu, go go go."

After landing, Qin Ze felt a layer of cold sweat on his back. He was so close to losing. The 300 Points Mission was indeed not that easy, it could be called the most difficult Mission he had ever encountered. Even with the System cheating, he wouldn't necessarily win. And once he lost, Qin Ze's Points would be negative. He previously had 320 Points, exchanged for Shooting Specialization, spent 40 Points, and had a remaining Point balance of 280.

He couldn't afford to lose, he couldn't afford to lose!

Zhao Baliao, who had been practically doing nothing the whole time, saw the basketball fall from the sky and hugged it tightly in his arms, his eyes fiercely scanning around.

Near the mid-court, Old Wang suddenly raised his index finger, signaling Zhao Baliao to pass the ball.

Zhao Baliao threw the basketball with force, shouting, "Old Wang!! It's all up to you..."

This roar jolted Zhang Mingyu, Crew Cut Youth, and the others, who were all in a daze, back to their senses, their faces changing drastically.

The game wasn't over yet!

Zhang Mingyu howled, "Stop him!"

Crew Cut Youth shouted, "Foul if you have to, just stop him!"

Old Wang was like a weasel that had stolen a chicken, darting around quickly. Behind him was a pack of basketball players like hungry tigers pouncing on a sheep.

Too late!

They're faster than me, I can't run to the inside to shoot.

Old Wang paused, abruptly stopping in his sprint. There was no time for him to adjust his body, jump, and shoot!

Someone slammed into his back with fierce momentum, completely disregarding the foul, or rather, deliberately fouling.

Old Wang staggered forward and fell. As he fell, he kept his head up, watching the trajectory of the basketball.

It has to go in!

At this moment, no one cared about the intentional foul. The whole place was silent, time seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes followed the ball. Besides that, there was only the sound of their own pounding heart.

A goal and a game-winner!

In the next second.

Some girls covered their eyes, but peeked through their fingers.

The basketball hit the rim and bounced out.

"A rushed shot, it really won't go in."

"Almost a game-winner, damn it, my heart can't take it."

"Did it have to be so exciting?"

"Ahhhhh..." Some girls even screamed.

Old Wang fell to the ground, hammering the hard cement floor with force, regret and despair rising in his heart.

Liu Ziqiang, Virgin, and Zhao Baliao opened their mouths slightly, instantly as if their energy had been drained, their hearts empty.

"Rebound!" Zhang Mingyu cheered, wishing he could roar to the sky.

"We haven't lost yet, we still have hope." Crew Cut Youth was also excited.

The other teammates also cheered, jumping up to grab the rebound.

"Ah... behind!" Outside the court, a girl suddenly shouted.

Hearing this sentence, Crew Cut Youth's hair stood on end, like a nightmare.

Zhang Mingyu's whole body stiffened.

Among the hundreds of spectators, in hundreds of pairs of eyes, there was a figure like a cannonball being fired, carrying the whistling sound of the wind.

He instantly swept past Zhang Mingyu, past Crew Cut Youth, and leaped from the free throw line.

That figure was like a soaring eagle, about to strike the sky in anger.

His hands clasped the basketball that had been bounced into the air, his body arching backward in mid-air, like a taut bow. Then, from a soaring eagle, he transformed into an eagle pouncing on its prey.

Slam Dunk!

"Bang!"

A dull yet loud sound reverberated throughout the court.

The basketball bounced weaker and weaker on the ground, yet no one cheered, no one applauded; everyone's eyes were focused on the boy still hanging on the hoop.

Many people would clearly remember this scene even ten or twenty years later.