Chapter Twenty-Three All Substitute

  Bi Xiangyang's face was gloomy as he received the serve from Li Kun, and without a word, he charged forward. The laziness of before was nowhere to be seen. If one looked closely, they could see that his eyes were burning with a fierce flame. His expression was very serious, and standing at the top of the arc, he leaned against Zhao Senming and said in a low voice: "You guys are looking for death!"

  Zhao Senming seemed to have not heard, his right hand stretched out to support Bi Xiangyang's waist, his left hand flatly blocking Bi Xiangyang's breakthrough route, his face calm and expression firm, without being affected by Ding in the slightest.

  Bixiangyang's previous sentence was not intended to provoke Zhao Senming's anger, but simply to vent his own anger. It had been many years since anyone made him so embarrassed, and today he let this newcomer get the better of him. Even if they won the game today, Bixiangyang's old face would still be unable to regain its dignity. So he must use actual actions to tell everyone that he was only caught off guard by Zhao Senming because of his carelessness. When he gets serious, Zhao Senming is just a clown.

  Wu Fengtao wanted the ball, Li Kun also wanted the ball, but Bi Xiangyang seemed to have not seen it. He sank his left shoulder and stepped out with his right foot to pull the ball, just about to break through, when he suddenly heard the referee's whistle blow.

  Bi Xiayang's hands, which had been holding the ball in a puzzled manner, turned to face the referee, only to see the referee's gestures clearly indicating that he was being called for an offensive foul. Bi Xiayang immediately stopped and, with his left hand still holding the ball, rushed towards the referee to protest: "Teacher, did you make a mistake? Where did I commit a foul?"

  The PE teacher put the whistle in his mouth, looked at him and shook his head slightly, with a warning light flashing in his eyes. Bi Xiangyang saw that the referee's mind was made up, and he walked to Zhao Senming who had fallen to the ground, pointing at his nose and scolding: "You coward! Cheat! What qualifications do you have to play basketball?"

  "Xiangzi! Calm down!"

  Wu Fengtao saw that things were not going well, so he immediately rushed up and grabbed Bi Xiangyang, while smiling to explain to the judge with a cold face: "Teacher, sorry, this is a misunderstanding!"

  The judge's face looked a bit better, and Wu Fengtao still had to give some face. Bi Xiangyang had just scolded Zhao Senming, and he had heard it clearly. He said that Zhao Senming was a swindler, wasn't that a veiled insult saying that he himself was a fool who had been deceived by a swindler? It's unbearable, if Wu Fengtao had seen the opportunity quickly, took the initiative to apologize, maybe he could really get Bi Xiangyang out of the game.

  "What misunderstanding? This kid is intentionally faking a fall!"

  Although Bi Xiangyang was pulled back by Wu Fengtao, how could his anger be so easily extinguished? His temper wasn't usually this explosive. If it hadn't been for that guy who had just walked in, he wouldn't have gotten so angry. But God had closed the door on him not long ago and now He had shut the window too. How was Bi Xiangyang supposed to calm down? He glared furiously at Zhao Senming's innocent face, desperately trying to break free from Wu Fengtao's restraint, wanting to rush over and give that scoundrel a good thrashing.

  Li Kun also ran over at this time, although his face didn't look good either, but he still grabbed Bi Xiangyang's arm and said in a low voice: "Let's just pretend to fall then! The teacher has already blown the whistle, let's not fight anymore."

  Li Kun's words were originally meant to put out the fire, but he used oil instead of water to extinguish it. The fire was getting bigger and bigger! Bi Xiangyang became even more furious, seeing that he couldn't break free from Wu Fengtou and Li Kun's restraints. In a moment of desperation, he threw the basketball in his hand directly at Zhao Senming, who was still sitting on the ground.

  Zhao Senming was indeed pretending to fall, and Bi Xiangyang's shoulder bump on him was quite strong, but it wouldn't have been enough to knock him to the ground. However, in order to create the illusion of Bi Xiangyang committing a foul, he didn't hesitate to fall down. After all, Bi Xiangyang's action was too obvious, and the referee shouldn't have missed it either. Since he was putting on an act, Zhao Senming didn't immediately get up from the ground, nor did he roll around screaming in pain. Instead, he sat on the ground, coldly staring at Bi Xiangyang, waiting for Wu Fengtai and Li Kun to restrain him before slowly trying to stand up with Sun Feiying's help.

  Just at this moment, a basketball flew towards him and hit Zhao Senming's forehead with precision. Zhao Senming let out a painful cry and fell to the ground again, stiff as a board.

  One stone stirred up a thousand waves, with Zhao Senming's fall, the stadium suddenly became chaotic, Sun Feiying had a fiery temper, and he immediately exploded on the spot, furiously charging towards Bi Xiangyang with his fists flying, Wu Fengtao desperately stopped him, but then another Han Dengyun rushed out, swinging his huge fist at Bi Xiangyang like a tank crushing forward.

  Liu Ba suddenly appeared in front of Han Dengyun, fortunately everyone was still restrained and did not hurt anyone randomly. The direction from Class 18 of High School was very clear, pointing directly at the culprit Bi Xiangyang. As for Class 31 of High School, they were also restrained due to their guilt, only blocking people without taking any physical action...

  Bixiangyang's angry smash, combined with the inertia of the flying basketball, naturally carried a lot of force. Zhao Senming was already lying on the ground, unconscious. In fact, he could have dodged the ball, but for the sake of victory, he didn't, because he knew that if he was hit by the ball, Bixiangyang would definitely be ejected from the court.

  Xiang Qingyun crouched beside Zhao Senming, busily pinching his people's middle, while Fu Zijun was pressing down on Zhao Senming's chest to perform artificial respiration. At this time, Zhu Yao also rushed into the scene and pushed away Fu Zijun who was panting with effort: "He is suffering from cerebral shock, not hypoxia, doing it this way will worsen his injury!"

  "Teacher, what should we do?" Fu Zijun sat down on the ground with a thud and anxiously asked Zhu Xian.

  "Qingyun, you keep pinching people in the middle, I'll call 120, he should just be temporarily shocked and fainted, nothing serious."

  The pig demon sighed and walked to one side, taking out a mobile phone from his bosom.

  In the midst of the referee's urgent whistle, the two sides who were entangled together were finally separated. Sun Feiying pointed at Bi Xiangyang with a face full of indignation and scolded: "Are you even qualified to play basketball? You're such trash! Can't take losing so you hit people with the ball? Do you still want to have any face?"

  Han Dengyun didn't say a word, but his icy gaze was like a ferocious beast ready to pounce on its prey at any moment. If given the chance, he would undoubtedly smash Bi Xiangyang's detestable face with his own fists without hesitation.

  The referee hesitated for a moment, walked to the front of Bi Xiangyang, blew a whistle and made a gesture to ask him to leave the field. At this time, Bi Xiangyang had also calmed down and did not say anything else, but turned his head and left the field with a gloomy face.

  The judge looked back at Sun Feiyang and Han Dengyun, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't make another call, because after all they were the victims, and it was understandable that their emotions were running high.

  Under Xiang Qingyun's persistent efforts, Zhao Senming finally slowly came to, gently shaking his head, and murmuring in a dreamy tone: "I'm fine, right?"

  "It's okay, he won't die." Seeing Zhao Senming wake up, Fu Zijun immediately put away the worried expression on his face and laughed carelessly.

  "Get out!" Zhao Senming pushed Fu Zijun and cursed in a low voice, but his movements were obviously somewhat weak.

  "Come on, get up and take a couple of steps. If you can walk a couple of steps, then you'll know if anything's wrong or not." Fu Zijun didn't get angry either, but instead helped Zhao Senming up with a smile, supporting his arm as he spoke.

  "Hmm." Zhao Senming nodded slightly, slowly got up, lightly stomped his foot, and furrowed his brow, shaking his head: "I'm afraid it's no good, my whole body feels weak, like the strength in my body has been sucked out."

  "What's going to happen now? Ling Feng is still sleeping, who will replace you if you go down?" Fu Zijun immediately became anxious. Just now, he saw Bi Xiangyang being penalized and was delighted, but unexpectedly it was a case of "killing eight hundred enemies while suffering losses of one thousand", Bi Xiangyang couldn't continue the competition anymore which is something worth celebrating, but unexpectedly their own loss was even more severe.

  Class 31 of High Three is the most civilized basketball class in the school, with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, masters everywhere. After Bi Xiangyang left, they can still find someone to replace him, but after Zhao Senming left, who can they find to replace him?

  "Sen Ming, how are you feeling?" the pig demon asked with a worried face as he walked over. The year-end exam evaluation by the class teacher was important, but the student's health was even more important. He didn't want Zhao Senming to end up with a concussion because of this basketball game.

  "It's okay." Zhao Senming nodded slightly, but shook his head and said: "I need to rest for a while, Zijun, I'm leaving it to you! I'll definitely recover soon!"

  "Alright, don't worry, we'll work hard!" Fu Zijun nodded heavily at Zhao Sen's pleading eyes, his fists clenched tightly together.

  As the referee blew his whistle, Zhao Senming was helped off the court by Song Deming and Zhuo Yao. The No. 31 High School team also made a substitution, replacing Bi Xiangyang, who had been ejected from the game, with Liu Yunfei (No. 7).

  Because of Bi Xiangyang's malicious foul, the first to be executed was two free throws for Class 18 of High School. Fu Zijun, with the highest free throw percentage in Class 18, naturally stood in front of the free throw line, catching the basketball thrown by the referee. Fu Zijun took a deep breath and turned his head to glance at the scoreboard on the sidelines.

  23:18, the score difference is only 5 points. If he makes both free throws, the score difference will be reduced to 3 points. A single attack could tie the game, so he must make both shots.

  He lightly patted the ball twice, then slowly crouched down with his legs bent, his eyes fixed firmly on the basket a few meters away, and gently pushed the basketball out of his hands.

  "Brush!"

  The crisp sound of the net was so pleasant, after throwing a standard empty free throw, Fu Zijun's face didn't have any expression, he practiced this kind of free throw thousands of times every day, his touch was already very familiar.

  The second penalty, scored again!

  Fu Zijun lightly kissed his own right index finger, calmly retreating to his side. For this victory, Yan Lingfeng rushed overnight, even missing his grandfather's funeral, Zhao Senming paid the price of injury to send the opponent's main force off the court, they two have made their efforts, and Fu Zijun secretly vowed that he would also pay all for this game!

  Liu Yunfei, although just a substitute, was not bad at basketball either. He dribbled the ball with ease past half court, a faint smile on his face as he watched Pang Guangliang in front of him, flustered and at a loss. With a disdainful flick of his head, he accelerated and left Pang Guangliang behind, muttering to himself, "We're both substitutes, how can the gap be so big?"

  Pang Guangliang's hair stood on end as he turned around and grabbed Liu Yunfei's arm, stopping him from moving towards the basket. Liu Yunfei didn't struggle unnecessarily, instead smiling and handing the ball over to Li Kun. At the same time, a piercing whistle sounded, and the referee signaled that Huang Qi's number 1 had committed a foul.

  Fu Zijun, who was rushing over to make up for the defense, shook his head slightly. Pang Guangliang's foul this time couldn't be said to be stupid, but it was absolutely not smart either. Liu Yunfei had broken through him, but there were still himself and Han Dengyun guarding the inside line, and they had plenty of time to make up for the defense.

  After the baseline serve, the basketball came back to Liu Yunfei's hands after three passes and two turnovers. The defender in front of him was still Pang Gongliang. This time he prepared to take the initiative to attack, catching the enemy off guard, exerting force under his feet, making a fierce forward dive, and stretching out his right hand to grab the ball.

  Liu Yunfei smiled disdainfully, switched hands, easily dodged Pang Guangliang's steal, stepped into the three-point line, pretended to shoot and passed it to Li Kun after shaking off Fu Zijun who came up to defend.

  Li Kun received the ball and didn't rush to shoot. He backed into Han Dengyun, who had come up to provide defensive support, and faked a shot twice before suddenly turning around and hooking the ball with his hand. Han Dengyun was unable to block the shot and could only jump down to the basket, hoping to grab the rebound if Li Kun's shot didn't go in.

  Li Kun's hook shot was not high enough, and it directly hit the back of the rim and bounced down. Han Dengyun secretly rejoiced in his heart and shouted loudly as he prepared to jump up and fight for the rebound, but saw a person wearing a black jersey already jumping high, with his right hand touching the falling ball once, correcting its trajectory, letting the ball fall into the basket obediently.

  Liu Ba's expressionless face succeeded in supplementing the basket, coldly glanced at Han Dengyun, then turned his head and ran towards his own half court.

  "What a joke!" Han Dengyun muttered to himself, shaking his head in frustration as he picked up the basketball and walked out of bounds.

  Pang Gongliang, who replaced Zhao Senming as the defensive midfielder, immediately took two steps forward to ask for the ball, but unexpectedly, Han Dengyun didn't even look at him and directly passed the ball to Sun Feiyang.

  Sun Feiyang also didn't see Pang Guoliang, and carried the ball forward to attack.