What? The trainer is warming up.

Chapter 9 I'm coming clean, I'm not pretending anymore!

"Where did this guy come from?"

"Ellie probably just grabbed him randomly. I just saw him standing next to Ellie. He's just a bit taller, so he probably isn't very good. Otherwise, she would have let him have his way with her already."

"Another Asian, and quite handsome at that..."

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Qin Yu. Some people were scrutinizing Qin Yu and whispering among themselves, thinking that Qin Yu was just someone Ellie had temporarily pulled in to make up the numbers. If he really had the ability, Ellie would have let him play long ago.

This was the general consensus, even among Hank and others on the Red Team, as well as several people on the White Team.

Hank frowned. He was pretty sure he had never seen this guy before, and there didn't seem to be anyone like him in Ellie's social circle either.

Okay, I'm 99% sure it's just a filler.

However, we are indeed short-staffed right now.

He glanced at his cramping teammates and the arrogant guys on the white team, then gritted his teeth and said, "Bro, you're up next, okay?"

"No problem." Qin Yu smiled and extended his hand. "The court is like a battlefield. From now on, we are comrades-in-arms fighting side by side."

The phrase "comrades-in-arms" made Hank raise an eyebrow, changing his impression of Qin Yu. Instead of shaking hands, he gave Qin Yu a very "American-style" hug and said, "That's right, from now on we are comrades-in-arms. Keep it up."

Afterwards, Qin Yu greeted center Wells, small forward Allen, and guard Taylor one by one, and said in a deep voice, "Brothers, don't be discouraged. As long as there is still one second left in the game, we have not lost yet, and I will never admit defeat."

The group nodded in agreement with Qin Yu's words. Regardless of Qin Yu's basketball skills, his attitude was at least quite positive and commendable.

......

Not far away, several players from the white team were laughing.

"They still refuse to admit defeat, how ridiculous! Do they really think some miracle is still possible?"

"This is their home ground after all. Even if we lose, we have to stick to it. Besides, there are still more than ten minutes left in the game. We can't collapse so quickly."

"Hehe, let's beat them until they collapse..."

The group had no intention of holding back; they not only wanted to win, but to crush their opponents and make them collapse—that would be truly satisfying.

......

"beep......"

The timeout has ended, and the game has resumed.

Qin Yu put on a red jersey with the number 11 printed on it and stood with Hank and the others. There was limited time earlier, and Hank and the others didn't think Qin Yu's skill level was that high. Only Qin Yu, who was 194cm tall, was assigned to play forward, without being told how he would play.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Anyway, the competition is already like this.

Just three minutes later, the score gap widened again to 46:18, with the white team leading by 28 points. What's the point of having any tactics now?

"Hank, keep it up!"

Keep going! Don't give up.

"Qin, fight well..."

A group of spectators were cheering for the red team, and they couldn't stand the white team's arrogance. Ellie was also loudly encouraging Qin Yu, since she was the one who suggested Qin Yu go on, so of course she had to support him.

However, no one had high expectations for Qin Yu.

The red team has possession of the ball.

Hank received the ball in the backcourt and advanced. Just past the center line, number 7 rushed up to block Hank, waving his hands in an attempt to steal the ball.

Not only number 7, but the other members of the White Team also faced their assigned opponents, their faces bearing chilling smiles, clearly intending to deliver a fatal blow.

Damn it.

Hank was also exhausted. He tried to shake off number 7, but couldn't. He gestured for Wells to set a screen. However, just as he got rid of number 7, a figure flashed in front of him, and number 52 switched onto him, preventing Hank from getting a shot off. He had no choice but to pass the ball.

After two passes, the Red Team still couldn't find a shooting opportunity. With little time left on the shot clock, Qin Yu made a reverse run to the right 45-degree angle three-point line and shouted to his teammates, "Taylor, over here!"

Defender Taylor was taken aback, then remembered Qin Yu. He hesitated for a second before passing the ball out, as he really didn't have much faith in Qin Yu's abilities.

But... it doesn't matter anymore.

Qin Yu's dribbling immediately drew everyone's attention; some raised their eyebrows, some laughed, some shook their heads... and so on.

Ellie also stared at Qin Yu.

Qin Yu was matched up against the only Asian player on the White Team, wearing jersey number 45. He raised one hand and placed the other at his side, maintaining a one-meter distance from Qin Yu. With a disdainful look in his eyes, he said, "Kid, are you Korean? I advise you not to waste your energy. Sometimes, the harder you try, the more desperate you become..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Yu's face darkened, and he interrupted, "You're the Korean one, your whole family is Korean."

This left the other person speechless, and they instinctively retorted, "I'm not Korean, I'm just a nobody. Wait, you're not Korean either?"

Just now Qin Yu had only been frowning, but now he narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them, carrying a murderous aura: "Oh, so you're actually a lowlife."

As a Chinese person, what should I do when I encounter difficulties in daily life?

What? You're saying this isn't a battlefield?

Pshaw, the court is like a battlefield. I, Qin Yu, have already shouted out the slogan: This is a battlefield confrontation. When dealing with these little guys, we must strike hard and annihilate them... Just do it!

"laugh!"

With a soft thud, the sneakers scraped against the floor. Before Xiao Rizi 45 could continue speaking, Qin Yu suddenly started moving, breaking through to the right.

Number 45 was startled. He realized that Qin Yu was very fast and that it was too late for him to retreat and block him. He could only turn around and try to catch up.

However, the next moment, Qin Yu pulled back with a reverse crossover.

"Oh no!" Number 45 exclaimed in alarm.

Qin Yu stopped his drive and pulled the ball back, tapping the floor twice with his toes before returning to the three-point line, creating distance between himself and number 45.

A group of fans were somewhat surprised. Ellie's eyes lit up, but then she shook her head and muttered to herself, "Is it going to be a three-pointer? That kind of shot is too difficult."

Qin Yu's choice of shot was not wrong, but he chose to step back and shoot a three-pointer right away, and there was very little time left on the shot clock. He didn't have much time to adjust, and he jumped up immediately after stepping back to the three-point line... This kind of shot is very difficult.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Qin Yu flicked his wrist, and the basketball drew a beautiful arc, soaring over Xiao Rizi's head like a joyful sprite, spinning and flying towards the basket.

"Whoosh!"

With a soft thud, the basketball pierced the net, the white net frills billowing up, making Xiao Rizi's eyes sting: "Baka!"

"Damn it, you dare to swear?" Qin Yu immediately stopped and stared at Xiao Rizi with icy eyes. "Damn it, come on, have a go at your dad. Ugh, I misspoke, I don't have a son like you." With that, Qin Yu got into a fighting stance, ready to fight.

This isn't some professional competition; it's normal for people to fight.

Seeing Qin Yu's stance, Xiao Zi became timid and retreated while complaining to the referee, saying that Qin Yu should be given a technical foul.

The referee was completely bewildered, thinking to himself, "I'm a Black man, I don't understand a word you're saying, how am I supposed to officiate?"

"Shave your head!" Qin Yu chased after him. "Don't you dare run away!"

As a result, the more he chased the referee, the faster he ran, and he dashed straight to the left corner of the red team's half of the court, standing right in front of the referee.

Why?

Of course I feel safe!

Several players on the white team were speechless.

A group of spectators burst into laughter, mocking Qin Yu's cowardly act while praising his brilliant three-pointer. Ellie, in particular, jumped up excitedly.

I didn't expect Qin Yu to play any role, but he hit a three-pointer as soon as he went in, which was a pleasant surprise.

"Hmm, he seems more and more handsome the more I look at him," Ellie said, her eyes sparkling.

on the field.

The way the white team players looked at Qin Yu changed. They all stepped forward to give Qin Yu a high-five and praise him.

Although it was only one ball, they could all see that Qin Yu's basic skills were excellent, and his shooting motion was textbook perfect.

This guy is really capable!

......

White team attacks.

Number 7 dribbled the ball up the court and ran a pick-and-roll with Number 52. After setting the screen, Number 52 immediately cut into the paint. Number 7 flicked the ball with one hand, a very elegant move, trying to pass it to Number 52 as before. As long as the ball is in Number 52's hands, the Red Team's center can only watch him score.

Snapped!

However, the next moment, a figure flashed out, snatched the ball, grabbed it in a split second, and ran towards the white team's half of the court.

"What?" Number 7 exclaimed in surprise.

Number 52 was also taken aback for a moment.

The one who reacted the fastest was Xiao Rizi. He had just been trying to hurt Qin Yu with his "impotent rage" gaze, but Qin Yu ignored him completely, dodged him aside, and then he saw Qin Yu intercept the pass from number 7 and launch a counterattack.

"Baka!"

He was working hard to catch up, his eyes blazing with anger, and he was burning with rage, determined to give Qin Yu a piece of his mind and get revenge.

The two crossed the center line one after the other and came to the three-point line. Qin Yu turned his head and glanced at it. He stepped one foot into the three-point line, but suddenly stepped on the brake.

"not good."

Xiao Rizi's expression changed, and he quickly stopped, only to see Qin Yu retreat back to the three-point line, bend his knees and catch the ball. He was immediately furious, "You still want to come? Go to hell."

With a ferocious expression, Xiao Rizi lunged at Qin Yu.

However, the next moment, Xiao Rizi's expression froze, because he jumped up only to find that Qin Yu hadn't actually jumped; it was a feint.

It was just a feint. Qin Yu knew Xiao Rizi would jump, so he faked it and waited for the opponent to jump first before jumping himself. He leaned against Xiao Rizi, threw the basketball towards the basket with his right hand, and the referee's whistle blew.

"beep......"

Upon hearing the whistle, Xiao Rizi's heart sank.

This wasn't a technical foul whistle for Qin Yu, but a defensive foul whistle, sending him to the free-throw line for three free throws.

But he was wrong again.

A gasp rang out from outside the court. Xiao Ri turned to look at the basket and saw the basketball bounce on the rim, hopping twice like a naughty child, and it was about to fall into the net. His eyes widened, and he subconsciously shouted, "Yamete!"

But it was no use, the ball still went in.

"That ball went in!"

"That was a beautiful play. He stole the ball and then completed a fast break and a 3+1 play. In less than a minute, he already had 6 points. If he makes the free throw, it will be 7 points."

"Wow, he's so handsome, and his shooting accuracy is amazing..."

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the sidelines, and the fans were all excited. They never expected that this handsome Asian guy would be so good, making two three-pointers in a row.

Several Red Team players excitedly rushed over, and Hank gave Qin Yu a big bear hug, shouting, "Brother, you're awesome!"

Qin Yu smiled modestly and said, "Lucky ball."

Wells patted Qin Yu's shoulder hard, his voice rough and bold: "What's wrong with luck? Luck is also a part of strength."

Qin Yu laughed and said, "Alright, I'm coming clean. I'm not pretending anymore. I really have the ability. Just pass me the ball later."

Qin Yu came here today to earn points, and to earn points, he needed to get more points, so he naturally seized the opportunity.

Several Red Team players had no objections, saying that Qin Yu should just focus on his work and not worry about anything else; those two three-pointers were really satisfying.