Chapter 5: The Role of the Cutting Edge

  Although the basketball was dunked into the basket, Yan Lingfeng, who had not made any ideological preparations at all, loosened his fingers and fell backwards.

  The rest of the people on the scene were stunned by this dunk, a person about 1.85 meters tall actually completed the dunk, which had a huge psychological impact on them. Dunk, they haven't seen it before, not to mention on TV, in reality when playing basketball, occasionally they can see some tall and clumsy guys jumping up with both hands to put the ball into the basket, but this boy who is shorter or taller than them by one head actually completed a single-handed explosive dunk!

  The loud thud of Yan Lingfeng falling to the ground did not wake them up from their shock, as if they were collectively petrified. At this moment, a thought that had never occurred to Sun Feiyang before finally emerged in his mind: This person might be someone he could never surpass on the basketball court for his entire life. Although Yan Lingfeng had defeated their team before, Sun Feiyang always thought it was because of his own complacency and fatigue, and subconsciously never believed that Yan Lingfeng's level was higher than his own.

  Yan Lingfeng slowly got up from the scorching hot cement ground, rubbing his sore butt and muttering in pain. Han Dengyun was the first to come to, rushing over without care and hugging Yan Lingfeng tightly as he shouted loudly: "Haha, you're my idol from now on! Next time we play basketball, I'll do whatever it takes to be on your team, or else I'd rather stand on the sidelines. Otherwise, if you dunk on me again, I'll never be able to hold my head up for the rest of my life!"

  Yan Lingfeng pushed open the big guy, gently exercised his muscles and bones, it's okay, although the pain is still there, but should not have fractured any bones, otherwise it would be a loss.

  "It's your turn to serve." Zhao Senming picked up the basketball and handed it over to Xiang Qingyun.

  "Continue?" Sun Feiyang asked hesitantly, he really didn't want to face this terrifying alien again, now or in the future.

  "Hmm, isn't it just a dunk? Basketball is about scoring points, not just dunks!" Zhao Senming clapped his palms together and spat out a wad of phlegm into his hand, his eyes gleaming with fierce competitive desire.

  Yan Lingfeng smiled wryly as he took the basketball, saying to Zhao Senming: "Everyone's just having fun, don't look at me with that kind of 'killing father and stealing wife' hatred in your eyes."

  Fu Zijun desperately defended against Han Dengyun, occasionally preparing to intercept and steal the ball, already sweating profusely without even touching the ball. Sun Feiyang just pretended to defend, following Xiang Qingyun's movements, smiling and saying: "Playing ball is about creating passion, only good defense can lead to perfect offense. After leaving here, everyone's relationship will only get stronger, don't worry about anything, come and challenge us with confidence, Ling Feng."

  Yan Lingfeng stood outside the three-point line with the ball in hand and smiled after hearing Sun Feiyang's words: "Then you'd better defend well!"

  Before the words fell, the basketball in his hand had quickly flown over Zhao Senming's head and passed to the inside line. Han Dengyun looked at the direction of the ball, which was three or four steps away from himself, and anxiously said: "Ling Feng, just now, didn't you get your central nervous system split? With such a pass, even if I had Iverson's speed, I couldn't catch it!"

  Han Dengyun hadn't finished speaking when a figure rushed into the paint, easily catching the basketball and scoring with a three-step layup.

  Xiang Qingyun, who had never seriously defended against Sun Feiyang, was possibly the worst among the six on the court. However, this young man, passionate about basketball, didn't consider himself a bystander. Although he hadn't touched the ball except for passing it until now, he persisted in running his position. Just as Sun Feiyang was chatting lazily with Yan Lingfeng, Xiang Qingyun sprinted a few steps and broke away from Sun Feiyang to run towards the inner line.

  Sun Feiyang noticed, but didn't pay much attention to it. In his impression, Yan Lingfeng was not a guy who liked to share the ball. However, what he didn't know was that this Yan Lingfeng was no longer the same as before. Before his rebirth, Yan Lingfeng's playing style had undergone significant changes with age. Before the age of 20, he pursued the feeling of leaving opponents behind or throwing the ball into the basket while leaning back. However, on the university basketball court, he gradually liked the sense of accomplishment after sending out wonderful passes to his teammates. By the fourth year, Yan Lingfeng's passing skills had become more and more sophisticated, and his passing methods had also become diverse. A straightforward pass like today was really not challenging for him.

  Han Dengyun looked at Fu Zijun, who was sticking close to him, with a displeased expression and said: "Your stinky sweat is all over you, can't you keep a distance from me?"

  Fu Zijun didn't even bother with him, his hands pressed even harder on his waist.

  "Alright! Then I'll move away from you a bit." Han Dengyun saw Yan Lingfeng standing at the top of the arc, making a gesture for him to come forward and block, and immediately turned around with his stout buttocks and walked forward. Before leaving, he also accidentally bumped into Fu Zijun, who was unprepared.

  Zhao Senming saw Yan Lingfeng make a blocking gesture, and he was slightly stunned. He looked at Yan Lingfeng with a puzzled expression as he smiled and dribbled the ball. Hearing footsteps coming from behind, he naturally turned his head to take a look.

  It's now!

  Taking advantage of Zhao Senming's brief turn, Yan Lingfeng, who had already made preparations, held the ball and passed by him again, killing directly to the inside line. Han Dengyun touched his own head and muttered strangely: "Didn't you ask me to block for you? How did I not even get there yet?"

  Yan Lingfeng obviously couldn't hear Han Dengyun's whisper, and during the fast break, he only glanced at Han Dengyun with his eyes, very covertly, at least Fu Zijun didn't see it. Watching Yan Lingfeng rush up again, Fu Zijun fearlessly went forward to meet him, preparing to rely on his still-not-bad jumping ability and long arms to block Yan's next layup or dunk.

  Yan Lingfeng looked at Fu Zijun, who was approaching him, with a very strange smile. Sun Feiying thought to herself that something was off, and she saw Yan Lingfeng's brief glance and his current strange smile, so she didn't hesitate and immediately let go of her defense against Xiang Qingyun, who was heading towards the basket, and instead went to pressure Han Dengyun. Han Dengyun was under the basket, while Xiang Qingyun was near the three-point line, it was clear who was more important, not to mention that Zhao Senming should also be able to fill in his own position.

  Unfortunately, Zhao Senming and he thought of a place to go, and the two people almost simultaneously rushed towards Han Dengyun who was feeling inexplicable. Yan Lingfeng, who was running with the ball, suddenly stopped, very suddenly, just stopping in front of Fu Zijun less than half a meter away, then the basketball in his hand hit the ground and bounced out, aiming at Xiang Qingyun who was in an empty position.

  Xiang Qingyun caught the pass, took a step inside the three-point line, and with a very smooth motion, jumped up and shot, slamming into the rim and falling neatly into the net.

  "Yes! Tied it up!" Xiang Qingyun exclaimed excitedly, waving his right hand which had just made the shot.

  Han Dengyun, sandwiched between the two little ones, looked sulky and dissatisfied, saying to Yan Lingfeng: "Do you have a crush on Xiang Ziyun? Why do you always pass the ball to her brother?"

  Yan Lingfeng smiled and said, "The role of a center is not just about strong attacks under the basket. A good center should be able to attract the opponent's defense and create space for his teammates! Deng Yun, I have high hopes for you!"

  "Oh, I see. So from now on, if there are girls watching the game, you have to pass the ball to me more often and let me show off my skills as a center. Now, let me play the role of an excellent center!" Han Dengyun said with satisfaction, patting his chest.

  "This silly big guy, so silly and naive." Sun Feiying said helplessly as she looked at Yan Lingfeng with a sly smile.

  In the next attack, Yan Lingfeng passed the ball to Han Dengyun three times in a row. Han Dengyun then passed it out twice. The third time he received the ball, he cleverly bumped into Fu Zijun, who had already lowered his guard to its lowest point, and easily scored with a wrist shot.

  Fu Zijun glared at Yan Lingfeng with a resentful gaze and complained, "Didn't you say you wanted this big fool to hold back? Why did you keep passing the ball to him?"

  Yan Lingfeng innocently shrugged and said: "Because Fei Ying's defense against Qing Yun is very solid, I had no choice but to pass it to him."

  Sun Feiying saw Fu Zijun's gaze shift to herself, and angrily said: "Yan Lingfeng, you cunning beast, despicable thing!"

  In the following time, Yan Lingfeng brought his strange passing to an extreme. Under his passing tactics, Han Dengyun and Xiang Qingyun frequently scored, while Yan Lingfeng did not thoroughly give up his own attack. After all, his body was no longer the same as before rebirth, with a long-term illness. The extremely fast speed combined with the changing breakthrough methods made Zhao Senming feel powerless, and the three of them couldn't even touch the ball's direction. The game had already ended.

  The first game, 6-4 achieved a great reversal.

  In the second game, 6-0 shaved his opponent bald.

  The third game also ended with a score of 6-0.

  "Haha, the top three of the Four Heavenly Kings are nothing but this! Too easy, too easy, I haven't even shown my true strength and I've already zeroed you out. We ordinary people, today is truly exciting..." Han Dengyun sang with hands waving and feet tapping.

  Yan Lingfeng walked up to Zhao Senming, whose face was ashen, and said: "It's just a game, don't be so obsessed with winning or losing. We play ball not for the sake of seeking honor, but for fun, just for fun."

  Zhao Sen let out a hum and turned his head to one side.

  "You guys are happy, except for the first few minutes, at other times we can't even touch the ball, how can we be happy?" Sun Feiying said with a bitter tone, patting Yan Lingfeng's shoulder.

  "Haha, you guys shouldn't have underestimated Qingyun this X factor, he's not bad at shooting or awareness." Yan Lingfeng laughed.

  "I'm a point guard, I didn't expect you to teach me a lesson with your passing today. It seems like I need to work harder, otherwise I won't be able to get into the starting lineup in our class team." Zhao Senming said with a lingering sense of unease.

  Sun Feiyang took off his wet jersey and waved his hand magnanimously: "Don't think so much, Ling Feng's bounce, that speed, a perfect little forward, can't take your place, the brothers are leaving, I'm treating!"

  As soon as someone offered to treat them, Han Dengyun and Fu Zijun immediately forgot their quarrel and ran to Sun Feiyang's side, as if they had forgotten about each other.

  Ten minutes later, in a very ordinary Lanzhou noodle restaurant on Food Street near Water Cloud No. 1.

  Looking at the bowl of thin noodles in front of him, Handengyun's excited face fell, and he gazed at his reflection on the surface of the water, saying: "You're treating us to this?"

  Sun Feiying nodded and said, "Yes, what else do you want to eat? I also want to drink with everyone, but this afternoon I still have to go to the classroom. If I get caught on the first day of school, it's not good to be punished!"

  Fu Zijun has started eating, muttering to himself: "Why pick and choose when someone else is treating you? Eat quickly! I still need a nap. The book says that only by sleeping more can I gain weight, and gaining weight will allow me to fix you properly."

  Han Dengyun looked at the small amount of noodles in front of him and sighed: "But there's only this little, can I have five bowls?"

  Everyone looked at him with contempt and raised their middle fingers.

  After finishing dinner and resting for a while, everyone came to the classroom. Before they could even warm up their seats, Comrade Pig Demon rushed in, first calling everyone to the classroom door and arranging them by height, with girls in front and boys behind. The five tall ones from Class 501 took over the last five seats in the back row without hesitation.

  When everyone sat down in their seats, the pig demon cleared his throat and stood on the podium, saying: "From today on, you are all classmates of one class. I hope that everyone can help each other, learn from each other, and strive to make our 04-level 8-class a model class for the whole school. First, we need to elect a class leader. According to custom, it should be decided by voting, but now that you are all new students, you don't know each other yet. So I will temporarily appoint a student as the class leader for a while, and when everyone gets familiar with each other, we can hold an election. Which one of you is Song De-ming?"

  Yan Lingfeng sat below, secretly laughing in his heart. As expected, this was still the honest and down-to-earth class monitor! Talking about student elections, those were just grandiose words. After a while, as long as this temporarily appointed class monitor could satisfy him, Zhu Yao would definitely choose to deliberately forget about nominating a new class monitor.

  Song De-ming immediately stood up from his seat and replied loudly: "Teacher, I am Song De-ming!"

  The pig demon seemed very satisfied with this person he had chosen, nodded and said: "I think I'll let you act as class leader for a while, are you willing to serve everyone?"

  "I'm willing! I'll definitely do my best to help you manage the class, maintain discipline and order."

  The pig demon nodded and said, "Well, then you bring a few classmates with me to the logistics department to get everyone's textbooks and distribute them."

  Song De-ming immediately nodded in agreement.

  The pig demon nodded to Song DeMing to sit down, looked around the classroom, thought for a moment and didn't have any good instructions, simply ended this speech by saying: "I hope everyone can adapt to high school life as soon as possible and devote themselves to intense study in the shortest time. Alright, let's start self-study now, Song DeMing, follow me."

  Song De Ming stood up and looked back, due to his relatively feminine height, he sat in the middle of the class, which was also the front row of the boys. He hesitated for a moment and asked: "Who's going with me to get the books?"

  The five strong men in the back row, Yan Lingfeng was too lazy to do such a thankless task; Han Dengyun had eaten too much and was humming with his hand over his stomach; Fu Zijun wore earphones and seemed not to have heard what the class leader said at all; Zhao Senming was sleeping on the table; Sun Feiying, um, was reading a magazine with her head down, savoring it without even lifting her head once.

  It just so happened that several enthusiastic male classmates volunteered to follow Song Daming out of the classroom, which was actually quite a decent move. First, it left a good impression on Zhu Xian, and then it left a good impression on the female classmates in the class, killing two birds with one stone without getting tired, why not?!