The Huadu City Basketball Gymnasium.
At this moment, coaches Feng Biao and Zhang Ying were directing the professional players, Luo Zhixiang and Zhou Mian, during their training on the court. "Cao Jinghua, what are you doing? Your defense is so weak. How do you usually train? And you, Zhu Li, I told you to guard Lin Yishan, but you're running around like a blind rat, what are you doing?"
At this moment, Feng Biao stood with one hand on his hip, pointing at the players making mistakes on the court, and loudly berating them without politeness. "All of you, give me fifty push-ups right here!"
Immediately, Luo Zhixiang and the others looked resistant. "No way, Coach, how about thirty?"
"Seventy! You're still haggling? Make it a hundred, until you collapse. Hurry up!" Feng Biao glared with wide eyes and shouted impatiently.
This time, Luo Zhixiang, Zhou Mian, and the other ten players had no choice but to start doing push-ups on the spot. Even the substitute players sitting on the side were not spared.
Zhang Ying brought a bottle of water and threw it to Feng Biao. He opened it and took a gulp before asking, "Has Wan Yunting arrived yet?"
Zhang Ying smiled, "Jiang Peipei just sent me a message saying he's arrived. Hmm, he's here..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Peipei leading Wan Yunting in from the entrance. Immediately, Feng Biao and Zhang Ying walked forward with smiles. "Yunting, you're here..."
"Coach Feng, Coach Zhang..."
Wan Yunting stepped forward and shook hands with both of them with a smile.
Meanwhile, Luo Zhixiang and Zhou Mian, who were doing push-ups collectively on the court, looked up at Wan Yunting as he entered, their eyes darkening. "This kid actually dared to come!"
"Old Zhang, take Yun Ting to change into his jersey first."
Feng Biao didn't waste any more pleasantries and asked Zhang Ying to take Wan Yunting to change. By the time he changed and came out, Luo Zhixiang and the others had already finished their push-ups. They then picked up their basketballs and arrogantly threw them at Wan Yunting...
Fortunately, Wan Yunting reacted quickly and caught the forcefully thrown basketball with his large hands. Looking at the provocative gazes of Luo Zhixiang, Zhou Mian, Zhu Li, Cao Jinghua, Yang Zaiyu, and the other players, Wan Yunting spun the basketball in his hands and a contemptuous smile spread across his lips.
"Tsk, Luo Zhixiang, didn't you do enough push-ups?" Seeing these players provoking Wan Yunting, Feng Biao immediately changed his tune.
However, Luo Zhixiang shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and smiled dismissively. "Coach, you can invite him to be our foreign aid player, but we also need to see his skill level, right? If his skill level isn't up to par and he plays in the game as a foreign aid player, if there's any accident, we can't bear the responsibility!"
This made Feng Biao and Zhang Ying frown. They had seen the video of Wan Yunting playing basketball for the Huadu University Teachers' Team against other schools' teachers' teams before, where he even broke the backboard. They knew that Wan Yunting's basketball skills were definitely top-notch.
But they also knew that players like Luo Zhixiang and Zhou Mian were definitely not convinced by this foreign aid player who suddenly appeared.
It wasn't that Luo Zhixiang looked down on him, but they believed that Wan Yunting, who had no prior connection and no achievements in the basketball world, was being invited as their foreign aid player. Anyone would find that displeasing.
"Then let's have a one-on-one!"
Seeing that Feng Biao and Zhang Ying remained silent, Wan Yunting knew what these two coaches were thinking.
"I haven't heard this before?"
Luo Zhixiang looked at Wan Yunting with disbelief and mocked, "You want to have a one-on-one with me?"
Wan Yunting played with the basketball in his hands, looked at Luo Zhixiang, Zhou Mian, and the others, and said with a smile, "What, are you scared?"
"Hahaha..."
Luo Zhixiang, Zhou Mian, Zhu Li, and the other players immediately burst into loud laughter.
Feng Biao and Zhang Ying on the side said nothing. Jiang Peipei, seeing Luo Zhixiang and the others looking down on Wan Yunting, shouted angrily, "What are you laughing at? Don't cry when you get beaten to the ground later!"
"Tch..."
Luo Zhixiang and the others all rolled their eyes at Jiang Peipei. Then he directly approached Wan Yunting. Standing at two meters tall, he was a whole head taller than Wan Yunting.
"Kid, you said it yourself."
Luo Zhixiang's eyes were full of provocation. He looked down at Wan Yunting and sneered, "If you lose the one-on-one, you get out of here and forget about being our foreign aid player!"
Facing the tall, arrogant, and overbearing Luo Zhixiang, Wan Yunting smiled, showing no signs of panic or fear. He said with a smile, "Sure. If I win, you have to call me Big Brother!"
Luo Zhixiang paused, then laughed angrily, nodding his head. "Alright, three balls each. I'll defend now, you shoot."
As he spoke, he immediately adopted a defensive stance, his eyes fixed on Wan Yunting. Although he didn't know the kid's skill level, since he was invited by Coach Feng and the others to be the team's foreign aid player, Luo Zhixiang believed that this kid's skills were definitely above ordinary people...
Clang!
The next second, Wan Yunting, standing at the center of the basketball court, did not attack Luo Zhixiang at all. He casually tossed the basketball in his right hand, and under everyone's astonished gaze, the basketball flew accurately and hit the hoop.
Luo Zhixiang was stunned, frozen in place. The more than ten players around him, Zhou Mian and Yang Zaiyu, even Feng Biao and Zhang Ying, hadn't reacted when Wan Yunting had already scored.
"Wow, that shooting technique is amazing!"
A player reacted and exclaimed that Wan Yunting's mid-court shooting technique was incredible.
Zhou Mian glared at that player and immediately pointed at Wan Yunting, shouting, "That shot doesn't count, we agreed on a one-on-one."
"Yeah, it doesn't count..." Cao Jinghua and the others shouted.
But Wan Yunting was unfazed and said with a smile, "Didn't we agree on three balls each? Can't I shoot from a distance?"
"It counts."
Luo Zhixiang immediately stopped his teammates and shouted to Wan Yunting, "This ball counts for you, but we agreed on a one-on-one, so we have to follow the rules of a one-on-one. You attack, I defend!"
"Fine."
Wan Yunting, having received the basketball again, dribbled the ball and walked towards Luo Zhixiang, saying with a smile, "Seeing as you're all tired from doing so many push-ups, I don't want to bully you!"
Being belittled by this kid, Luo Zhixiang's eyes widened, and his anger surged. He coldly snorted, "Kid, even if I did a hundred push-ups, I could still stop you. Don't think about scoring another ball."
"Is that so?"
Wan Yunting suddenly stopped. They were now within the three-point line. Looking at Luo Zhixiang, who had adopted a defensive posture, Wan Yunting narrowed his eyes, and a mischievous smile crept onto his lips. "Then you'd better defend well, I'm about to start my performance!"
"Bring it on."
Luo Zhixiang glared with wide eyes. As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Yunting moved. He controlled the ball with his right hand, and his feet suddenly moved, stepping with ghost-like agility. He feinted back and forth a few times, making it impossible for Luo Zhixiang to discern his footwork or his next attacking direction...
The next moment, Wan Yunting smiled and, taking advantage of Luo Zhixiang's inability to react, spun and broke through Luo Zhixiang's defense. He dribbled the ball rapidly towards the basket, jumped into the air, and powerfully dunked the basketball into the hoop with his right hand.
For a moment, the court fell silent. The dozen or so players like Zhou Mian, Zhu Li, and Yang Zaiyu, who were watching from outside the court, stared dumbfounded at Wan Yunting's layup and dunk. No one had reacted.
Because it was too fast. From the moment Wan Yunting started his attack, Luo Zhixiang couldn't defend him for even three seconds before Wan Yunting used his bizarre footwork to drive and layup, leaving Luo Zhixiang turning back, his face still stunned, unable to believe that this kid had already scored.
"Good shot..."
Only then did the applause from Feng Biao, Zhang Ying, and Jiang Peipei bring Luo Zhixiang and the dozen or so players like Zhou Mian back to their senses. Seeing Wan Yunting walking out from under the basket with the basketball, Luo Zhixiang's expression was still somewhat dazed. He couldn't help but ask, "What kind of footwork did you use just now?"
Wan Yunting rubbed his feet back and forth on the floor a few times and said with a playful smile, "The Devil's Steps!"
...At this, Luo Zhixiang's face immediately turned grim. This guy was clearly provoking him openly.