Less than five minutes into the game.
What does it feel like to be down by seven points?
The students of Class 1, in addition to feeling a sense of despair, had burning cheeks.
It was so embarrassing!
Hu Qianhao thought of An Ran, who was watching his game from the sidelines.
His heart sank by half.
He came here to show off, didn't he?
Getting beaten like this, how could he show off?
In that case, An Ran would probably be disappointed, right?
Hu Qianhao felt his limbs go cold, all the swagger from before gone.
"Hey, cheer up,"
Just then, Xie Te patted Hu Qianhao on the shoulder and said.
"Ah, okay."
Hu Qianhao snapped back to reality.
"It's only a seven-point deficit, we haven't lost yet."
Lu Yang also rallied everyone.
Besides, they still had Wang Yue as a fallback.
Cheng Xiong smirked, his face full of mockery, "You're too weak. I thought it would be an enjoyable battle, but this is it?"
"Don't celebrate too early."
Lu Yang said calmly.
This time, he passed the ball to Xie Te.
Xie Te had the ball, and Gao Xueyou once again stepped up.
Gao Xueyou said, "Give up, you can't get past me."
"Let's try."
Xie Te suddenly charged forward.
"Heh heh, coming again?"
Gao Xueyou was about to do the same thing, to intercept the ball again.
But Xie Te suddenly passed the ball out.
The offensive move was just a feint!
Hu Qianhao got the ball.
He was already standing outside the opponent's three-point line.
"Stop him!"
Cheng Xiong roared.
Immediately, three people rushed towards Hu Qianhao.
"This is the moment!"
Hu Qianhao knew that if he didn't make a move now, he wouldn't get another chance.
Standing outside the three-point line, he shot the ball.
Under everyone's gaze, the ball flew towards the basket.
It got closer and closer.
"Bang!"
It hit the backboard, and the ball didn't go in.
Hu Qianhao despaired.
The opportunity he had finally earned was wasted like this.
But at that moment, a figure rushed over, caught the rebound from the backboard, and made the shot.
It was Lu Weiting!
When everyone was about to despair, he stepped up.
"Ooh!"
The suppressed cheers of Class 1 erupted.
Even though they only scored two points.
It boosted the morale of everyone!
Cheng Xiong sneered, "Not bad, not bad, you actually managed to pick up a lucky break. But it won't be that easy next. I'll let you experience what true despair is."
"Everyone, buck up! Let these idiots from Class 1 see how good we are!"
"Crush them!"
Ever since Lu Weiting scored that basket.
The players from Class 2 seemed to have gone into a frenzy.
Their play was fierce, and the players from Class 1 couldn't defend at all.
2 points, 3 points, 5 points, 7 points.
The point difference kept widening.
On the other hand, Class 1 hadn't scored another basket.
Fifteen minutes later, the gap between the two teams had reached a terrifying 24:2.
Such a huge score difference.
Caused the onlookers to mock and ridicule.
"Hahaha, Class 1 is too weak, being dominated by Class 2?"
"Class 1, indeed, is mediocre."
"I said it long ago, Class 1 could never be a match for Class 2. This result was expected."
"Oh, if I had known it would be this unexciting, I would have been doing homework in the classroom."
"Hahaha, it's still exciting, isn't it? Watching Class 1 get thrashed is quite satisfying."
The first half was nearing its end.
The morale of Lu Yang and the others had plummeted to the bottom.
Hu Qianhao panted, constantly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
He almost wanted to cry.
Why!
Why, after practicing my basketball skills for so long, am I still being beaten like a grandson!
I clearly wanted to show An Ran my excellent skills!
Lu Yang called for a timeout this time.
The referee blew the whistle.
Lu Yang gathered everyone.
He said with a wry smile, "I didn't expect the gap between our two classes to be this big. Let Wang Yue play, otherwise, we probably won't be able to catch up."
Chen Lei sighed, "I feel like Cheng Xiong on the other side is no worse than Wang Yue. I'm afraid even with Wang Yue now, it will be hard to salvage the situation."
Everyone lowered their heads.
Yes, Cheng Xiong was too strong.
He made them despair.
Even if their entire team ganged up on him, they could barely defend against Cheng Xiong alone.
At this moment, Xie Te chuckled, "You underestimate Wang Yue too much. I've been his opponent and I understand his insurmountable strength."
"Everyone, cheer up. Once Wang Yue comes on, he will definitely turn this slump around."
Xie Te wasn't exaggerating.
Cheng Xiong's pressure was indeed great, but he was not on the same level as Wang Yue.
Facing Wang Yue, Xie Te felt like he was looking up at an insurmountable mountain.
Facing Cheng Xiong, at most, he was just a little higher.
"Let Brother Yue play."
Hu Qianhao said.
His emotions were extremely low right now.
If he hadn't insisted on taking the starting position, perhaps everyone wouldn't be struggling so hard.
"Hey, you played well. Only Lu Weiting among our team scored a basket."
Xie Te patted Hu Qianhao and said.
Lu Yang then informed the referee of the substitution request.
Hu Qianhao walked towards Wang Yue, ashamed, "Brother Yue, you go on. I didn't play well. I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
Wang Yue stood up from his chair, stretched his muscles, and said with a smile.
"If I hadn't insisted on taking your starting position, we probably wouldn't be getting beaten so badly right now."
Hu Qianhao said.
"We haven't lost yet, why are you so discouraged?"
Wang Yue looked at the basketball court, "Seeing how arrogant they are, I do want to teach them a lesson."
"Brother Yue, you must do your best!"
Hu Qianhao said with some unwillingness, "You must defeat these guys!"
"Sure thing."
Wang Yue patted Hu Qianhao's shoulder and walked onto the basketball court.
And as the news of the substitution spread.
The area outside the basketball court erupted again.
"Hahaha, the calligraphy prince is on the court, they've replaced that guy with the slicked-back hair."
"Holy crap, he's even wearing the number 23 jersey. Isn't that too arrogant?"
"What do you mean? What's special about number 23?"
"Number 23 symbolizes the God of Basketball, and most people don't dare to wear it."
"Hahaha, I see. No one in Class 2 dared to wear number 23, and someone in Class 1 dares to wear it. They're probably going to be beaten until they question their life."
Shen Musi frowned.
All she heard were comments expressing doubt.
She silently thought, "Wang Yue, basketball isn't calligraphy. You can't turn the tide, so why go on the court to humiliate yourself?"
Qiao Zixuan's eyes, however, lit up.
Just now, when Wang Yue wasn't playing and they saw their class getting thrashed so badly.
Everyone was dejected.
Now that Wang Yue was finally on the court.
Qiao Zixuan shouted at the top of her lungs, "Wang Yue, go for it!"
Following this shout, other classmates also started cheering.
"Wang Yue, go!"
"Brother Yue, you're awesome, go crush them!"
"Wang Yue, come on!