Chapter 1 The True Man

A real man never looks back at an explosion.

A true showman never watches the basketball swish through the net.

At the moment of release, even before there was any indication of the ball going in, Chen Yuan's premature turn seemed so arrogant.

Although he really wanted to explain it as not being able to grab the rebound anyway, so he might as well retreat to defend early, the key was that he made the shot.

After he made it, anything he did to show off was justified.

"Awesome, the whole scene facing the camera was captured!" The cameraman clenched his fist excitedly, more invested than the other spectators on the scene.

He was originally responsible for shooting videos for the school's Party Propaganda Department to post on its official account, which was just a very ordinary activity record. But because the material was practically being force-fed to him, and this kid's showing off was always fresh, every shot was a classic, and he was totally fired up.

Damn it, Yuan, you're a genius!

The way he stayed calm after showing off like that completely satisfied all my cinematic fantasies.

Originally, the principal said to record every game, but he had now decided on his own to only film this one, as his exclusive cameraman.

The whistle blew.

You know, so you talk, just let the whole world know.

Although it couldn't compare to Bo Yan's 47 points, 2 rebounds, 5 assists, and 5 steals, being able to get those stats on that kind of intensity was worth encouraging.

Class 78 inbounded the ball, and Zhang Hanlin received the ball from the point guard, then slowly advanced, turned and got past 47, and used a crossover to shake off Liu Qiming. Seeing that he had created an excellent opportunity for an uncontested layup, he stopped at the three-point line and took a jump shot.

So, you want to get your feet taken out from under you?

After all, Chaozi wasn't a pushover.

This coach probably didn't want to bully the liberal arts class, so he planned to watch the whole show and not break the balance of the game.

But through observing Sun Xin, Chen Yuan realized that he had already given up on defense by the end of the first quarter.

"You don't want me to know?"

Sun Xin stretched out his hand, and then everyone else put their hands on top of his, stacked like a hamburger, and waved vigorously, determined to play the last quarter with all their strength.

Just take it, victory will dilute everything!

That's liberal arts students for you, so sensitive to topics.

It wasn't because they were taking advantage.

"Ah!" During one of Sun Xin's missed shots, Fatty jumped up to fight for the rebound, but before he could even touch the ball, he was pushed over by the opponent and landed on the ground with a thud.

Today, his stats were 6 points, 1 rebound, and 7 assists, already a decent contribution.

Li Yuanzhen and Liu Qiming reached out and forcibly pulled him up.

In junior high school, because he was good at basketball, he hung out with the 'famous' gangs outside the school in his first year. Even after joining the school team, he didn't restrain himself. Hu Siqi liked him the most when he wasn't influenced by bad company in his first year.

He's going to score again.

After playing this half of the game, Fatty, who probably lost seven pounds, panted and shook his head, "I can't get rebounds, and I can't box out anymore... I can only receive the ball."

On Bo Yan's side, he had seven out of eight three-pointers, and 47 out of one two-point shot. Fatty drew a foul and made one out of two free throws, also four possessions, 7 out of 6.

After all, the "yo yo yo" sounds nearby were really close.

"Now, the momentum of offense and defense has changed."

After Chu Heng finished speaking to a teammate, he gritted his teeth and went on the court.

The score...

Could only let Bo Yan get ahead.

Come on, Yuan-shen, keep showing off.

You fly very high, but...

Right, left, retreat, crotch pass, fake shot and real pass, turn around...

The remaining two girls could only barely keep up, making it so the other side's shots weren't too comfortable.

That's not right, why is Chu Heng jumping to make up for his mistakes?

Good lord, is Class 17's class spirit that strict?

"Chu Heng!"

There's always a moment to land, right?

After a shrill scream, seven people fell to the ground at the same time.

Chu Heng looked at the scoreboard and realized they were already at a disadvantage, 45:36.

At the same time, he set up a tripod and pointed a DSLR camera at Class 26's basket as a fixed camera position so that he could edit it more smoothly later.

"I know 47 hasn't run that much, if I knew to guard him!"

As long as Zhang Hanlin wasn't guarding him, no one could limit his shots.

He didn't know what he was doing.

"Don't argue, don't argue."

And that question made Bo Yan feel disappointed, and his eyes immediately turned cold: "Bo Yan, your swagger is really getting lower and lower with me. Even if you really win by cheating, what does that have to do with you?"

"It's okay, your brothers are here." Xia Xinyu also mocked Bo Yan and said, "I'll guard Sun Xin and help you get revenge."

"Looking at you, you've already surrendered, then I'll allow you to be my son."

Of course, Bo Yan Nan himself didn't think so.

"Too scary, I cried when I watched that episode."

Beast,

The cool title of iron-blooded tough guy 47 killer would probably spread throughout the school.

The boys in Class 17 initially just felt it was a pity that she was already taken. And now, they knew and adapted, and even 'cursed' this excessive lovey-dovey atmosphere.

While Class 78 played the "Moreyball" (a basketball strategy focused on three-point shots and layups), they still emphasized some rationality, which was that Xia Xinyu was too unstoppable. She was like a Susanoo (a powerful ability in Naruto) in its complete form, monopolizing the rebounds.

Then, the two answered in unison.

Zhang Hanlin patted Bo Yan on the shoulder and said with a snarky tone.

Bo Yan declined politely.

In other words, it was helping with defense, setting screens, and fighting for rebounds. For Chu Heng, because he had basically been figured out, they didn't expend too much energy.

"I'm going to make this three-pointer here."

"You're so shameless, you don't even dare to speak at this time." Sun Xin shook his head and said, "You got over seventy points scored on you, how does it feel to be like you in C?"

Hu Siqi wanted to say something, but it wasn't appropriate to talk to Bo Yan at this time with his girlfriend present.

So, if they wanted to win, they had to gain at least a seventeen-point lead before their full lineup was ready.

"It's difficult, they're also confident in grabbing three-pointers, otherwise, if they miss two three-pointers in a row, the point difference will widen to double digits."

"Is Fatty okay!"

"I can only say that I'm telling Teacher Mo. If I find out from someone else, it has nothing to do with me." Zhou Lanlan declared in advance.

"Siqi." Hu Siqi stood next to the pale-skinned girl Li Yuanzhen, who was already exhausted, and reminded everyone in the name of reminding her, "In junior high school, some people said that Chu Heng played dirty, although I don't know what it means... but someone said that, and it wasn't just one person."

Pointing to the left side of Chu Heng, Bo Yan suddenly pulled away, and before Zhang Hanlin and the others could make up the defense, he quickly shot.

"Switch defenses." Xu Chen said, "You can't guard Sun Xin."

At this time, Zhou Lanlan walked over and asked, puzzled, "The girl who was the referee just now told me that we have seven timeouts, how do we use them?"

"..." Chu Heng's originally blank brain suddenly went blank. Then, he immediately said angrily, "Can't you hit him?!"

It would be good if you were really low on health.

Our side only scored eleven points in this round?

………

It's the fourth quarter, why can he still shoot so fast?!!

If they really had to lose, then it was fate.

The range of radiation is from the half-court onwards.

The current Bo Yan was more tired than Sun Xin, and not just a little.

The fourth quarter began, and everyone took the field.

"What the hell are you talking about, guard your own man!"

In other words...

Nice, three points.

Bo Yan understood that as long as Xia Xinyu was standing on the basket, Class 17 wouldn't get a single offensive rebound.

If I had four out of seven, the score would be tied...

Could be infinitely slight!

The girls in Class 78 were now in a completely different mood, purely enjoying the show. They hadn't had this much fun watching the game last year.

And Class 78 wasn't that cold-blooded.

In the fourth quarter, they changed their strategy, and they really played better.

If he had him, Zhang Hanlin even felt that the upper limit of Eleventh High wasn't just the top four in the province, but there was hope for the top four in the country.

After participating in so many competitions outside of school, Zhang Hanlin deeply understood one thing - there is always someone better.

Winning is all that matters, who cares if it's clean or not.

Just as Sun Xin was resting in meditation, he suddenly felt slender fingers touch his neck, and then the soft touch of a tissue...

But now, all I had to do was accept this unjust victory.

Damn it!

Xu Chen really didn't want to hold back anymore and retorted directly.

Sun Xin quickly took the towel and waved his hand in refusal.

"Thanks for your hard work, losing MVP, let me do it."

His ankle was twisted.

He didn't even want to look me in the eye.

Perfect, the perfect time to shoot.

"It's okay."

Frowning, Chen Yuan didn't dare to watch. But at that moment, Bo Yan seemed to realize something. After shooting, he suddenly retracted his foot, and then his body's center of gravity shifted. He fell to the side, putting all his weight on Bo Yan's leg...

Fatty's physical fitness was already worse than his opponent's, and there were always two against one under the basket. Even if he wanted to conserve his energy, he couldn't.

Even if Sun Xin was just a spot-up shooter, he was much stronger than himself. Moreover, his defense completely crushed himself.

But if they continued to play like this, the boss would become Class 17's.

Very courageous, it would be best if he could stay steady until the end of the game and stop Class 78 from even reaching the top 78.

Chu Heng doing this to Bo Yan ruined me!

"He stole Chu Heng's ball again, yay!"

Fatty, totally ruined.

He ridiculed everything about me, from the inside out.

13% loss.

And looking at my ankle, sure enough.

At that height, if unintentional, Sun Xin's foot would be sprained at best, and at worst...

Well, broken.

Rather, he exposed the fact that I had 'surrendered.'

He even felt that Zhang Hanlin was playing a little bit smoother than Bo Yan.

At this time, Sun Xin heard a girl's voice. Before, the only time she was so emotional was when she was speaking English.

"No need, thanks."

Because Bo Yan was telling the truth, Chu Heng planned to condemn him on principle.

Once he gets worked up, he'll shout, 'I'll guard him.'

"There's still water here." Bo Yan Nan pointed to a bottle of mineral water that she and the class leader had bought with class funds specifically for the players to drink, reminding him.

"Sun Xin." At this time, Fatty took the initiative and said, "I really can't get the rebounds anymore."

At this time, a team member stood up, patted the two of them, and said rationally, "The other side's Fatty is tired, and Sun Xin's stamina has also declined. We still have eight usable substitutes. We're going to win for sure. Whether we win beautifully is another matter. There's no need to panic now."

But there was no other way. They had to give it their all.

Before long, the fourth quarter would be over.

It wasn't that he wasn't thirsty, but if he drank too much, he would have to pee, and holding back urine while playing basketball meant that more than just dominance would leak out.

He actually broke through on the right, wasn't that his worst skill?