Initial Capital

Time ticked by, and after forty minutes, Luo Qing and the others were in a daze.

"Just let me make one shot..."

They were going crazy. Throughout the entire game, they hadn't managed to sink a single ball.

A goalkeeper, with arms spread wide, had blocked every shot and denied every dunk.

The man standing one meter eighty-nine under the basket was like a sheer cliff, rejecting all their scoring opportunities.

All of them...

"My god, are Luo Qing and his team going to be shut out?"

"I've never heard of basketball shutting out an opponent before."

"His physical ability is too strong. In front of him, Luo Qing looks like a child."

Even if others had the height, when they jumped to touch the ball, they could at most bat it away. But Mo Qiong could directly swat it down.

Guarding the basket, unless the shot was too high, Mo Qiong could easily create rebounds.

As for the shots he couldn't block, Luo Qing and the others, with their skills, still couldn't score. Especially towards the end, Luo Qing and the others' mental states collapsed. They became timid facing Mo Qiong, seeing him as a monster guarding the front.

The final result was that the Basketball Club scored zero points.

Luo Qing looked at the scoreboard, where a glaring score was displayed.

0:12.

From start to finish, besides Mo Qiong scoring four goals, no one else had scored.

This score had been set not long after the game began and held throughout the entire match until the end.

What the hell was this? No one on the sidelines, whether from the Basketball Club or other clubs, had expected this outcome.

They had said that if the Football Club scored four goals, they would give them the 200,000.

In the end, they delivered exactly four goals, no more, no less.

Actually, when they heard they had to play the full forty-eight minutes, people on the sidelines basically knew what Luo Qing was planning.

He wanted to rack up points, to rub it in Wang Xiong and the others' faces.

No matter how many points Wang Xiong and the others scored, he would definitely surpass them by ten or twenty times.

Then, they would lose the game with an extremely lopsided score, and the 200,000 would feel like charity.

Of course, perhaps everyone except Wang Xiong didn't care about this. As long as they got the money, it was fine.

They were rich; what was a little face worth? So, even if someone on the team saw through it, no one spoke up.

Who would have thought that this basketball game, which they thought was just for money and they'd have to endure being thoroughly thrashed, would actually be won?

And with such a fantastical score. Four goals, they said, four goals it was.

What did twelve points mean in basketball? No one had ever heard of winning with just twelve points, but who could blame them when the Basketball Club was completely shut out?

"You're really something, Magic Ball. Your hands are terrifying."

After the game ended, the loudest and most excited voice belonged to Wang Xiong. His face was red and his neck was thick as he shouted.

Mo Qiong bent over, resting his knees, and gasped, "Did it make a statement?"

"Haha, no complaints. Let's go, let's go drink," Wang Xiong said, ecstatic.

He glanced at Luo Qing, whose face was pale and body soaked in sweat. Luo Qing stared blankly at Mo Qiong.

He had played basketball for many years and had been thrashed before, but never like this.

And Mo Qiong clearly didn't know how to play basketball.

Throughout the entire game, Mo Qiong never dribbled the ball, nor did he pass anyone. He just stood under the basket like a goalkeeper.

Not only did Mo Qiong not know how to dribble, but his shooting form was also non-standard, using the technique of tossing a ball in football.

His defensive stance also mimicked that of a goalkeeper. He had terrifyingly blocked all their shots.

This made him question his life: What the hell had he been playing all these years?

No one suspected Mo Qiong's actions were problematic; they only felt he was hiding his true strength.

Han Dang took the opportunity to boast, "Ha, Magic Ball can shut you all out without even knowing how to play basketball. Now do you know how to win this afternoon's game? The sports school coaches specifically invited Magic Ball, wanting him to play in the Chinese Super League, saying he has world-class talent..."

Everyone was in an uproar. No wonder his rebounding looked so much like a goalkeeper's; it turned out he was a super goalkeeper.

As for world-class talent, everyone took it as a joke, but the possibility of him playing in the Chinese Super League was likely true.

"The Football Club has a beast too."

"Did you see him block Luo Qing just now? He slammed Luo Qing so hard he slid two meters away."

"How much strength must be in those palms? If this were a fight, one slap would probably knock you out..."

"And that reaction speed, tsk tsk. I heard he practices archery? He must have developed a mythical strong arm!" someone said.

They hadn't known before, but now that they knew the Football Club had such a powerhouse, everyone felt more confident.

Every department and every grade had its prominent figures. People knew about some famous ones and their special skills.

Mo Qiong used to keep a low profile. Although he had the nickname "God of Archery," only a few close acquaintances had actually witnessed his archery skills and dart accuracy.

Moreover, the school didn't even have an archery club, so naturally, no one paid much attention to it.

But now, no one dared to underestimate Mo Qiong, or even provoke the Football Club.

This was because the Football Club had a formidable player who could hold his own, someone people thought of whenever the Football Club was mentioned.

If the Football Club faced any difficulties, people would think: "They have Mo Qiong, so who knows what might happen."

Wang Xiong, knowing how much prestige the Football Club would gain from this, looked smugly at Luo Qing, wanting to say something.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qiong, with quick reflexes, grabbed Wang Xiong.

Mo Qiong said, "Alright, alright, we played soccer and basketball today, I'm exhausted. Didn't we agree to just have fun?"

"Huh? Then this..." Wang Xiong still wanted to mention the money they hadn't received yet.

But Mo Qiong cut him off forcefully, preventing him from speaking.

Mo Qiong said softly, "He'll send it himself. Don't complicate things again, okay? Have you forgotten why we played this match? It's because you blabbed everywhere."

Wang Xiong froze and quickly shut his mouth.

If they started demanding money again, it would turn into gambling.

"Don't worry, the more Luo Qing loses miserably, the more humiliating it is for him, the less he'll dare to owe us this money. I guarantee it'll be delivered to us faster than we expect. Because he can't afford to lose anymore. He doesn't care about the money; he'll want to settle this quickly to maintain his image as someone who keeps his word and can accept defeat," Mo Qiong said.

Wang Xiong thought it made sense. Having learned from the previous lesson, he immediately became much more low-key.

After handling Wang Xiong, Mo Qiong had clearly become the leader of the Football Club. He turned around and said, "Luo Qing, that score was quite something. Want to grab a drink together?"

"Huh?"

Seeing that the Football Club had won, the crowd was surprised that they didn't say any harsh words or step on Luo Qing. Instead, they invited him for a drink.

"That score was given?" "Who are they kidding? Even if Luo Qing conceded, he wouldn't let himself be scored zero points!"

However, this invitation did give Luo Qing an out.

His face was pale, and he didn't know whether to leave dejectedly. Staying on the field was incredibly awkward. If he left, it would be too embarrassing.

In this stiff situation, Mo Qiong's invitation to drink gave him something to do.

"Uh... sure." Luo Qing took the opportunity and followed along.

Right now, he just wanted to leave the basketball court with some dignity. Clearly, no one believed Mo Qiong's words, but at least it allowed him to save some face.

Having lost so badly, what more could he ask for?

Seeing that there was nothing more to watch, and the two teams that might have clashed were now going for drinks together, the crowd dispersed.

Suddenly, in the crowd, Mo Qiong spotted a familiar figure.

It was a girl with a graceful posture and a beautiful figure.

At first glance, she looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, he recognized her: wasn't this the girl who danced on stage earlier? She had changed her outfit and her makeup, which was why he hadn't recognized her immediately.

"Uh, was she watching me play just now?" Mo Qiong walked along, staring at the girl.

The girl, who had been secretly observing with admiration, suddenly felt a jolt when she noticed Mo Qiong looking at her.

Her expression instantly became reserved, and she seemed a little flustered, perhaps shy.

Mo Qiong felt a bit awkward and quickly averted his gaze.

He thought to himself, Has that impulse and passion not faded even after all this time?

Mo Qiong walked back to the seaside, lost in thought. Everyone was happy, but Luo Qing and his companions couldn't stay. They had a drink with them and then took their leave.

They accepted Mo Qiong's offer and came to join the cheerful gathering, but they couldn't bring themselves to sit and drink together.

"I've transferred the money to you. I'll be leaving now."

Luo Qing proactively paid the money and hurried away with his group. Mo Qiong had shattered his confidence, and he wanted to end this matter and downplay it.

He naturally didn't want any further entanglement. Wang Xiong, reminded by Mo Qiong, didn't say much either. Everyone happily received two hundred thousand, having stolen the spotlight today, and there was no need to drag things out.

"Brother Luo, that kid is truly terrifying," Xiao Liu whispered as they walked away.

Luo Qing turned his head and looked deeply at Mo Qiong.

"He's been here for two years without showing any talent or revealing himself. I've never heard of anyone like this in the Football Club before."

"Find out about him."

Xiao Liu understood and said, "Got it, Brother Luo."

"You don't understand anything!"

"Huh?"

Luo Qing said seriously, "If it weren't for him, and it was that idiot Wang Xiong instead, I don't know how this would have ended today."

"This person doesn't want to make an enemy of us, and I naturally don't want to provoke him either. But it's always wise to understand the situation clearly."

After Luo Qing left, Wang Xiong distributed the money promptly.

Each person who participated in the match received twenty thousand, transferred directly.

Mo Qiong would occasionally take out his phone, wanting to check if the money had arrived.

This twenty thousand yuan was crucial to him. With his mind full of ideas, lacking money would force him down many detours.

While twenty thousand wasn't enough to do too many things, it was sufficient as initial capital.

Whether it was to buy some equipment or tools, or to travel by train, he would finally have money to pay the bills.

Without this twenty thousand, what could he do with his own hundred yuan? A hundred yuan could last a long time in school, but outside the campus, it was no different from being penniless.

After waiting for a full two hours, just as Mo Qiong thought the money wouldn't arrive until the next day, twenty thousand yuan suddenly appeared in his account.

"It's here!" Mo Qiong was very excited.

But he was stunned for a moment, realizing that the deposit was exactly twenty thousand. This meant Wang Xiong had thoughtfully covered the transaction fees himself.

Mo Qiong smiled knowingly and said nothing.

"Come! Drink up!"

"Cheers!"

While Mo Qiong was enjoying himself with everyone, he ordered fifty GPS trackers online.

Yes, fifty!

He browsed several relevant online stores for this, with the average price being about 150 yuan each, totaling over 7,500 yuan.

The newly acquired twenty thousand yuan was instantly reduced by nearly half, but he felt no heartache.

Although he was used to being poor, and even a bit stingy in daily life, he spent 7,500 yuan without batting an eye at this moment.

Because he believed in himself, that he could definitely earn it back tenfold, a hundredfold.

"I don't need a lot of money; just enough to never spend it all in this lifetime. First, let's earn a hundred million."