Chapter Thirty-Five: My Heart Is at Ease

  The person standing in front of Cheng A, Zhou Xiaoming, gave him the feeling of an insurmountable mountain, making it almost impossible to get past. However, Cheng A, who refused to give up easily, couldn't possibly compromise without a fight. At this moment, Cheng A happened to see Liu Hai's hair being defended by the little chicken, and he suddenly realized that basketball is a test of teamwork and coordination, not just one person's performance. Personal heroism is only suitable for movies, not real life. Zhou Xiaoming didn't understand this and fell into this misconception, and Cheng A found himself unknowingly trapped in it as well. Perhaps it was because of Zhou Xiaoming's mockery that he became angry, or perhaps it was because there were too many people watching, or maybe it was the school flowers standing on the side... Too many "maybes" made him sink, but also made him suddenly awaken...

  A bold and adventurous plan was taking shape in his mind...

  With A's hands gently controlling the bouncing basketball, his toes slowly rose up...

  "What is he doing? Shooting?" The voice of doubt sounded from the sidelines.

  "No, it's probably just another fake move."

  "Two consecutive fake moves of the same kind, does he think people will fall for it again?"

  Zhou Xiaoming's expression didn't change due to the discussions on the sidelines, he still stared at his opponent steadily like a hungry beast waiting for the perfect moment to deliver a fatal blow!

  "Does Xiao Si really think he can make a shot?" Shu Ye looked at Cheng A on the court in disbelief.

  "I also can't see it!"

  "Can't you see it either?" Shu Ye asked in puzzlement

  "Ah!" Zhu Si glanced at Zheng who was standing quietly beside him, intently staring at Yang Yi on the stage.

  "What do you think he's going to do?" Zhu Si asked the school flower with a hint of curiosity.

  "It should be passing the ball!" The school flower thought for a moment and replied

  "How can he pass the ball? Can he really pass it?" Pu Fang said in disbelief.

  "Then who do you think he will pass it on to?" As if Zhu Si was not surprised by this answer, she continued to ask.

  "Relax." The school flower lightly spat out two words.

  When the school flower returned, the excellent girl fell silent. She also thought about passing the ball to A, but she didn't dare confirm who would receive it. Anyone with discerning eyes could see that if they passed the ball, giving it to Liu Hai was undoubtedly the best choice. Whether in terms of height, technique or shooting, Liu Hai surpassed Xiao Ji by a wide margin. However, precisely because of this, it's the most dangerous situation. A problem that outsiders can clearly see, after playing for half an hour, they should also understand who among them is stronger and weaker on the court.

  As expected, the sudden movement did not cause Zhou Xiaoming to make any movements. He still stared calmly at the basketball in Cheng A's hand, calm and composed, with an air of a master.

  Cheng A didn't seem to mind Zhou Xiaoming's calm demeanor, and suddenly turned his right foot, making a sharp turn to the left. This movement made Zhou Xiaoming's eyelid twitch, but he still didn't make much of an effort, only slightly straightening his originally slightly open hands and lowering his back even further. However, this small movement put immense pressure on Cheng A, but he didn't stop his movements because of it. The sharp turn to the left became more intense, and with a sudden stretch of his arms, he thrust the ball forward...

  "He's going to pass!" someone has already exclaimed

  "He's indeed going to pass the ball, but who is he going to pass it to?" Shu Ye furrowed her brow and said.

  Actually, anyone knows that passing the ball is basically A's only way out, unless he gives up the ball. So his passing action triggered Zhou Xiaoming's intense reaction, a pair of long arms suddenly appeared in front of Cheng A...

  "Steal the ball!" At this moment, Zhou Xiaoming surprisingly used this trick.

  "Steal the ball!"

  "It's a steal!"

  "It's definitely going to be stolen."

  There was a commotion on the sidelines as everyone saw that Cheng A's outstretched hands had not been withdrawn, which proved that he had not realized the danger.

  "Where's the ball?" Seeing that the ball in his hand had disappeared, everyone was puzzled.

  "It's been stolen after all." The crowd shook their heads in disappointment.

  "Huh... Zhou Xiaoming doesn't have the ball either." Shu Ye was puzzled.

  "It's in Zhang Chi's hands." The excellent student girl said lightly, and as she spoke, a strange emotion arose inexplicably in her heart. She knew him best after all. The excellent student girl glanced at the calm and unruffled school flower beside her.

  "My goodness! He actually passed it on to Zhang Yi."

  It wasn't until then that the crowd came to their senses, but Zhang Chi didn't give his equally stunned old friend a chance. With a light jump, he pushed the ball out, and his old friend couldn't even react in time before the ball had already gone into the frame...

  "Whoa! Old brother, this move of yours is too despicable, you even fooled me!" The old brother punched Cheng A with a fist.

  "Right! A Ge, this move of yours is too... that thing..." Little Chicken chimed in.

  Cheng A turned his head to look at Zhou Xiaoming standing on the three-point line. He also clearly saw Cheng A's eyes, and the smile that had been hanging from the corner of his mouth slowly faded, replaced by a hint of anger. Cheng A knew he had successfully provoked him, but it didn't matter, this was exactly what he needed. The score was 2:1, they were leading by one point, and they would definitely win. A strong sense of confidence emanated from Cheng A's body.

  The game continues...

  The number of goals continued to rise with time, but the score was soon stuck at 3-3, with both sides scoring three goals each, and a fierce battle was unfolding.

  It seems that the final winner is also about to be announced...

  "My god, Yan Qian is a pig? He's so tall and still gets covered by Cheng A's hat?" Pu Fang cursed out loud, without any hint of her usual ladylike demeanor.

  "What's going on?!" Shu Ye was also dissatisfied and puzzled by the fact that Lao Tiao's shot was blocked by Cheng A just now.

  Cheng A glanced at his cousin, who was winking non-stop at him. Then he felt a sharp pain... Cheng A was speechless for a moment about the foul play. Actually, just now he had simply jumped casually and didn't think that he would really cover himself up. As a result, the ball followed his gesture and ran into Zhang Chi's hands. The ball once again went into the frame...

  "Let's go! There's nothing more to see." The school flower pulled Pu F's hand and was about to leave.

  "Why is this? It's just 4-1, don't they still have a chance to counterattack?" Pu F was puzzled.

  "Do you think this score can still be reversed in the case of putting water before Yan?"

  "Oh, no wonder Cheng A covered up Yan's hat, it turns out he was holding back." Shu Ye suddenly realized.

  "Did you notice it from the beginning too?" Shu Ye asked the excellent student who was smiling silently.

  "Alright, let's go." The excellent student pulled Shi Ye, who was rolling her eyes, towards the classroom.

  For some reason, seeing Cheng A win would make her very happy, just like when she scored 100 points in elementary school, and even more so. Could it be that she really likes... The top student shook her head and continued walking towards the classroom, her originally rhythmic footsteps now disordered...

  "Ming Ge, have you really decided to transfer to Class 2?"

  "Ah!" Zhou Xiaoming stood on the balcony looking out at the distance and replied firmly to Chen Feng.

  "Didn't you say it's distance that creates beauty?"

  "Haha! I underestimated Cheng A."

  "Then I'll transfer to Class 2 as well."

  "No need! Trust me!" Zhou Xiaoming withdrew his gaze and looked at Chen Feng, who was carrying a strong bookworm aura.

  Fifteen years of sworn brothers, their feelings are more like real brothers. Perhaps it was from the year I saw Chen Feng being bullied by several peers at the age of eight, and I stood up for him. From then on, he silently followed me forever.

  It was as if he felt Zhou Xiaoming's gaze, Chen Feng looked at this always excellent brother, no matter what happened or what decision was made, he would unconditionally believe him, just like when he believed that he could help him drive away those despicable peers.