The basketball hit the backboard with a thump, then swished through the net.
11:2!
Wang Yi and Wang Fugui had won the game.
Wang Yi held his right hand upright before his chest and intoned a Buddhist prayer:
"Amitabha. All is well."
Wang Fugui came over excitedly, held out her small, plump palm, and slapped hands with Wang Yi.
Wang Yi pulled Wang Fugui close and planted a kiss on her cheek.
Wang Fugui's pretty face flushed. She lowered her head, but when she looked at Wang Yi, her eyes were full of seductive charm.
That might have been all well and good in other people's eyes. From their perspective, after all, Wang Fugui was wearing an ordinary sports outfit.
It didn't show her arms or legs.
But from Wang Yi's perspective, what she wore was downright alluring.
No man could resist.
Just then, Wang Yi felt someone poke him on the head again.
Nicole was jealous again.
He gave a rueful laugh.
Seeing the Monk act so fresh with a girl, Cockscomb Head and Peach Heart Head were gnashing their teeth with rage.
"Again!"
Cockscomb Head growled.
Wang Yi grinned. "Again, again."
So the two sides started a second game.
Just three minutes later, the score stood at 12:4.
This time, Wang Yi sank four three-pointers in a row, leaving his opponents completely helpless.
After winning, Wang Yi intoned another Buddhist prayer. "Amitabha. All is well. Do you two benefactors need me, Buddha Lord, to continue delivering you?"
The two exchanged a look, then glanced at the cocky Monk, and at the cocky Monk with his arm around that pretty girl. Cursing under their breath, they left the room.
When Wang Yi saw them go, he grinned and kissed Wang Fugui on the cheek again.
Just a few seconds