Chapter 10 The Aftermath of Dunking

  In the next attack of Class 6, Grade 3, these freshmen from Grade 1 gave them a difficult problem. The five people tacitly adopted a joint defense, yes, a non-penetrating defensive tactic. Li Yi easily shot again near the free throw line, but this time his luck was a bit worse, and the basketball bounced directly off the rim and popped up high. Han Dengyun used his body to tightly block No. 99, while Fu Zijun easily grabbed the rebound. Without even looking at Zhao Senming's outstretched hand for the ball, he swung his arm and heavily threw the ball back to the opponent's half court.

  Even before the basketball had fallen, two light yellow figures were already sprinting towards each other's half court. After grabbing the rebound, Zhao Senming pretended to move forward to get the ball and attract the opponent's attention, while Fu Zijun's basketball flew like a cannonball towards Yan Lingfeng, who had already broken into the opponent's half court.

  Yan Lingfeng's dunk at the beginning of the game may have given his opponents too much shock, and the 8th and 10th players who rushed back to defend chose this very threatening 11th player with a tacit understanding. Yan Lingfeng stopped in his tracks, looking at the two men who were sweating profusely, and smiled: "Did you guys miss someone?"

  No. 8 and No. 10 were slightly stunned, Yan Lingfeng had already jumped high to meet the ball, No. 10 followed him and jumped up, the two people's heights were originally not much different, but No. 10 stretched out his arm and could only touch the crook of Yan Lingfeng's arm, No. 8 had already noticed Sun Feiying who was lurking under their own basket at this time, and hurriedly shook his fat buttocks to run towards him.

  The person in mid-air, Yan Lingfeng, smiled faintly and said: "Too late!"

  He picked up the basketball in his hand, without any pause, and threw it out directly. Sun Feiying received the ball and stuck out her tongue at No. 8, who was running nearby with a huff, stretched her arm lightly, and made a simple layup shot.

  Less than two minutes into the game, Class 8 of High School Year 1 made four shots and scored nine points, leading 9-4.

  Still in the league, Li Yi seemed to have lost confidence in his own hands, hesitated for a moment after receiving the ball, and passed it to No. 8 outside the three-point line on the left side. Sun Feiying stood two steps away from No. 8, too lazy to move, allowing No. 8 to jump out of his hand comfortably.

  No. 8 had just made a move, and Yan Lingfeng immediately started up, judging from the trajectory of the basketball, this ball was 100% biased. When he ran to the cheerleading team of Class 6, Grade 3, Yan Lingfeng happened to hear the excited shouts of his seniors beside him, and turned back in confusion just in time to see Han Dengyun standing at the bottom line with a helpless face preparing to serve the ball.

  Quick attack didn't work out, Yan Lingfeng had no choice but to slow down, walking slowly into the opponent's half court.

  Zhao Senming brought the ball up, still insisting on playing center, carefully hanging the ball to Han Dengyun, who was stuck in position inside. Han Dengyun hugged the ball with both hands and suddenly made a quick half-turn around his body, creating space for a shot. The 99th player was shocked and seemed to have never thought that this fat man could have such agile footsteps. He immediately flew up to block the shot, but Han Dengyun smiled slyly and put the ball back in his arms. When the 99th player reached the top of his head, he used his body to throw the ball out.

  The cheering senior class 6 cheerleading team immediately fell silent, the ball went in and was awarded a free throw. Han Dengyun swaggered over to the free throw line, rubbing his nose, took the ball and fiddled with it for a long time, only carefully throwing it out when the referee couldn't help but want to call a foul.

  The basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air, rubbed against the basket with a pleasant sound, and then flew out of bounds very quickly.

  Five people who were ready to fight for the rebound were stunned on the spot. Yan Lingfeng smiled wryly and shook his head as he ran back to his own half of the court, patted Han Dengyun's shoulder and asked: "Is this 2+0?" Han Dengyun pushed Yan Lingfeng away with some annoyance and said sullenly: "This is a real center! Look at O'Neal, even if he can't make free throws, he's still the number one center in the NBA!"

  "O'Neal doesn't seem to have fouled you out like that before, has he?" At this moment, Yan Lingfeng was undoubtedly very hateful in the eyes of Han Dengyun, but he was also worried that if he provoked him, he wouldn't pass the ball to himself later, so he could only glare at him and mutter: "You're just making a big deal out of nothing!"

  "Enough of this nonsense, they're attacking!" Zhao Senming said with a serious face.

  "By the way, how did their ball go in last time? According to my many years of basketball experience, that ball couldn't even be blown into the basket by a 12-level strong wind." Yan Lingfeng asked puzzledly.

  "Serve." Zhao Senming had already fully immersed himself in the competition, as if saying one more word would waste his energy and strength.

  "It's no good, my left hand is completely swollen, I'm dead meat. Let Qingyun replace me, this can't be sustained." Yan Lingfeng covered his left hand, which was like a steamed bun, and applied for substitution.

  "Uh-huh, go ahead, our opponent isn't very strong, we can handle it." Zhao Senming replied.

  The conversation between the two people was like a spark that ignited the opponent's anger, and No. 8, in a fit of rage, fulfilled Yan Lingfeng's wish by directly passing the ball out of bounds. As a result, our protagonist scored 2 points and had one assist in his first game before being substituted off the court with honor.

  Xiang Qingyun laughed and took off his jacket, saying: "Heaven is helping me! I thought I'd only get a chance to play when I've sat on the bench until it becomes a wooden floor!"

  Yan Lingfeng covered his increasingly swollen left hand as he walked off the court, Zhu Yao anxiously asked: "Are you okay? Hurry up and go to the hospital for a check-up."

  Yan Lingfeng shook his head and sat down in front of the cheerleading squad, laughing: "It's not a big deal, just rest for two days and it'll be fine. The main thing is that our opponents aren't very strong, whether I'm there or not doesn't matter much, we're definitely going to win this game!"

  The pig demon didn't say much either, nodded and continued to move his gaze into the field.

  Yan Lingfeng turned his head and asked, "Do you need a commentator? The kind that's very passionate?"

  Tian Hui, sitting in the front row, said disdainfully: "No need, sister can understand!"

  Song DeMing humbly replied, "Why don't you tell everyone? Sometimes I'm also confused, just like your dunk, I feel that even if I put a stool under the basket, I still can't touch it."

  Yan Lingfeng said seriously: "You can just wear a pair of shoes with springs, Class Monitor."

  Song De-ming looked surprised and asked: "Isn't that bad for your feet? I was just thinking, how can people jump so high!"

  Facing this idiot class monitor, Yan Lingfeng couldn't bear to continue teasing him and turned around to seriously commentate on the basketball game.

  "Look at this ball, Sen Mings and Fu Zijun's block and cut cooperation is really beautiful! After Fu Zijun blocked the man, he immediately broke away and ran to the three-point line. At the same time, Sen Ming cleverly blocked the opponent's No. 21 with a pass, leaving Fu Zijun completely open. Good shot! This Fu Zijun's three-pointer is really accurate! I'm far behind him on this point!"

  "These fools, just because Sen Meng didn't attack doesn't mean he's incapable of attacking? They actually let him get so far away. Good, beautiful long-range throw!"

  "No. 21 was completely intimidated by Zi Jun's accurate shooting, oh dear, such a close hook shot still didn't go in!"

  "This ball is beautiful, Deng Yun made a fake move under the basket, but Qing Yun ran around him to the other side. No. 10 was completely blocked by Deng Yun's body. Sen Ming's pass was very timely, and his shot was beautiful. It's over, the seniors were completely blown away."

  "Wow, I've never seen Deng Yun jump so high, purple smoke, this must be your credit, good domineering cover, Fei Ying's speed can definitely go run 100 meters, these few steps completely threw No. 8 behind, tsk, actually used such an ugly posture to score!"

  At this point, Yan Lingfeng seemed to realize something and immediately shut his mouth that had been talking non-stop. He carefully turned his head back, the pig demon's expression was very strange, as if hiding a killing intent while also having a kind of doubt being resolved. Xiang Ziyu's expression was very calm, but the tightly clenched fists made Yan Lingfeng have an urge to turn around and run away.

  At this time, Liu Zhuofan, who was even fatter than Handengyun and determined to catch up with Xiangziyan in academic performance, asked in a hoarse voice: "Lingfeng, why did Dengyun's good basketball skills have anything to do with Ziyan's credit?"

  Was this dead fat guy sleeping during the usual dormitory chats? Or did he deliberately want to embarrass everyone in front of Zhu Yao at this time? Yan Lingfeng's brain was racing, based on his memories from his past life and his interactions with Liu Zhuofan over this period of time. Liu Zhuofan shouldn't be that kind of person who hides a knife behind a smile, which could only mean that his EQ and IQ were completely disproportionate!

  "It's actually easy to explain, just like you, didn't you use the purple smoke as motivation for your studies? Deng Yun is the same." Yan Lingfeng casually came up with a reason.

  "But isn't it basketball now? Can Xiangzi's basketball skills be that good?" He asked persistently, with a habit of questioning whenever he was in doubt. But this habit was particularly annoying to Yan Lingfeng at this moment.

  "That's a must! It can be seen from Qingyun's body!" Yan Lingfeng felt that his brain cells were a bit insufficient now.

  The five people on the court had no idea about Yan Lingfeng's awkwardness at this time. Facing a senior two years older, they didn't have the habit of respecting their elders. Fu Zijun's three-point shot was like a precise dagger, never missing; Han Dengyun's sturdy body sat under the basket, and No. 99 had already committed a foul in the first half; Sun Feiyang's speed was like lightning, making the defender almost cry out in despair; Zhao Senming's passing was unpredictable, occasionally breaking through and throwing shots that rarely missed; even Xiang Qingyun, who looked harmless, would sometimes reveal his sharp claws, always appearing in open spaces...

  The game was won by Class 8 of Grade 1 with a score of 68-35, and Zhuoye withdrew the "Violent Five" who had not yet played their fill after consulting with the head teacher of Class 6 of Grade 3.

  Something that made the whole class of Grade One Class 8 ashamed happened, in just 5 minutes, the substitute players of Grade One Class 8 were actually forced to narrow the score to within 10 points by their opponents. Just when Zhuoye was hesitating whether to put the main players back on, the referee blew the whistle to end the game.

  70 vs 61!

  The classmates of Class 8 who won the first game were excited and shouted loudly, after all, they defeated a team from Grade 3. At this age in high school, everyone's body is still developing, and first-year students are not as mature as third-year students in terms of height or physical strength. So, the victory of Class 8 was very normal in the eyes of Yan Lingfeng and others, but for other classmates who didn't understand basketball well, it was like a miracle.

  Originally, everyone came to the stadium at the initiative of Zhuo Ye and Tian Hui, but some people were not very willing. However, after watching the first game, almost everyone begged Zhuo Ye to allow them to continue coming to watch the next match, regardless of whether they understood basketball or not. Seeing their classmates running tirelessly on the court for the honor of their class, sweating, they would also feel a sense of pride from the bottom of their hearts.

  The faces of all the students in Class 6 of Grade 3 looked very bad after losing the game. Originally, when their head teacher told them that they would be facing a group of freshmen from Grade 1, they were full of confidence and wanted to teach their opponents a lesson. As a result, these kids taught them how to play basketball very well.

  Li walked solemnly in front of Fu Zijun and said in a low voice, "Your three-point shot is very accurate, but if it weren't for your teammates, you wouldn't have won."

  Fu Zijun blinked his eyes and said: "You don't think I'm the core of our class, do you?"

  Li Yi said in doubt: "Isn't it? No. 8 is relatively fast, but has no breakthrough ability. No. 15, people with this ability are everywhere in our class. No. 11 can only dunk. As for No. 5, his passing is good, but he has no shooting ability. No. 13, to be honest, if I were defending him today, he wouldn't be so arrogant. Your shooting, passing, running and jumping are all pretty good, and almost all of your team's offense today revolved around you, I won't be wrong."

  Fu Zijun shrugged and said: "I just had better luck today, that's all. I was the one who drew the lot."

  Li felt that his head was now filled with little stars, and the new-born thoughts were clearly beyond him. He let out a sigh of frustration and turned to walk away.

  "Tomorrow is the second game, let's go, Zijun and Lingfeng you guys find a place to play, we three will return to the dormitory to draw lots, I'm so tired today!" Sun Feiying pulled Zhao Senming and shouted.

  "And me too..." Xiang Qingyun shouted reluctantly.

  "What are you talking about?" Tian Hui walked over and asked in confusion.

  "Drawing lots, last night Zi Jun drew the big king who can attack freely in today's match, I must draw the big king for tomorrow's match!" Sun Feiying explained patiently.

  "Are you looking down on my brother?" Xiang Ziyuan asked.

  "No way, no way, how could that be? Anyway, I reckon Ling Feng won't be able to make it tomorrow either. Let's go, Qing Yun, let's draw lots together!" Han Dengyun hastily pulled Xiang Qingyun along, smiling.

  "Damn it, originally it was 33.33%, now it's become 25%! You're really a fool who forgets friendship when you see beauty!" Sun Feiying gritted her teeth and said.

  "What are you talking about?" A cold voice rang out above everyone's heads.

  Yan Lingfeng and Fu Zijun stood shoulder to shoulder with a "I'm just here to watch the excitement" expression, gloating at the misfortune of others.

  "Just now I heard you guys say your dorm has poker cards?" The pig demon asked with a smile.

  Yan Lingfeng and Fu Zijun fled in disarray.

  Sun Feiyang glared at the two untrustworthy guys and explained, "You heard wrong, teacher. We found five sheets of white paper and then wrote a big king with a pen."

  The pig demon nodded slightly, seemingly reluctantly accepting this explanation, and continued to ask: "Then who did you say forgot friendship when they saw a beauty?"

  Sun Feiying confirmed that Yan Lingfeng had already walked far away, and replied seriously: "Yan Lingfeng has a crush on a senior sister from Class 6 of the third year, didn't you see him intentionally lose today's match? He only played for a while before actively asking to be substituted out."

  Yan Lingfeng, who was far away from the scene, suddenly sneezed three times for no reason.

  Han Dengyun burst out laughing with a silly expression, Xiang Qingyun wanted to explain something, but after glancing at her sister's expressionless face, she could only silently pray for Yan Lingfeng in her heart.

  "You're just going to betray your friend like this?" The pig demon shook its head and said.

  "Teacher, you can't be serious, right?" Sun Feiying exclaimed in shock.

  The pig demon made a gesture and kicked out one foot, laughing: "I'm not stupid to that extent!"