Wu Xiaoqi's arrogant behavior drew disgusted looks from his classmates.
What the hell do you people know? The more you watch, the more I'll play.
Tap, tap.
He hummed softly as he threw the ball against the wall with exaggerated movements.
Even by Jiang Ning's current standards, Wu Xiaoqi was the kind of person everyone hated.
You like bouncing a ball, huh?
Jiang Ning had not played basketball in a very, very long time.
He activated his spiritual power, forming a Spiritual Power Great Hand that reached for the bouncing basketball.
At the same time, Jiang Ning twitched his index finger and drew a spiritual formation. It was a soundproofing formation. Because his current cultivation was low and he had set it up in a hurry, its effect was fairly mediocre.
But it was enough.
Jiang Ning tapped a finger lightly. The invisible spiritual formation suddenly split into two. The smaller circular formation flew on its own toward the front row, covering Xue Yuantong, who was lying on her desk. This small formation could block ninety percent of the sound.
The other, larger formation stood like a barrier between Wu Xiaoqi and the rest of the class. This formation could only reduce the sound by fifty percent.
Jiang Ning looked back at Wu Xiaoqi.
Wu Xiaoqi hurled the basketball at the blackboard, and it bounced back. This time, it rebounded rather high.
Wu Xiaoqi leaped up, spreading his arms as if to catch it.
Under normal circumstances, he would have caught it.
Just as his hands were about to touch the basketball, Wu Xiaoqi had already decided that after catching it, he would follow up with a fierce downward dunk! He would smash it down hard! At that moment, Jiang Ning controlled the Spiritual Power Great Hand. The millstone-sized hand