r18novel Chapter 103
Chapter 103
The fingertip touched the ball.
The ball went astray and bounced off the rim.
Lin Feng landed, turned around, and grabbed the rebound.
Possession changes. Ten to ten.
The stands fell silent.
Everyone was looking at Lin Feng.
He dribbled the ball to the three-point line.
Zhao Lei stood in front of him, bent over, arms outstretched, eyes fixed on him.
Lin Feng dribbled the ball, once, twice, three times.
Then he suddenly accelerated—breaking to the right, his first step incredibly fast. Zhao Lei sidestepped to chase, Lin Feng stopped abruptly, switched his grip between his legs, and changed direction to the left—Zhao Lei caught up again.
But Lin Feng didn't stop.
He changed direction again, this time to the right.
Zhao Lei tripped and staggered.
Lin Feng jumped and shot.
The ball is released.
The arc is high and steady.
Everyone in the stands was staring at the ball.
The ball spun in the air, tracing a beautiful arc—
Swish.
Hollow.
"11 to 10. Lin Feng wins the first game."
The stands fell silent for a second.
Then someone applauded.
Cheng Yuxin suddenly stood up, her eyes reddening.
She opened her mouth as if to shout something, but no sound came out.
She just stood there, watching Lin Feng on the field.
Lin Feng stood under the basket, picked up the ball, and held it in his arms.
He looked down at the brown ball.
Then he looked up at the stands.
I saw Cheng Yuxin.
She stood there, her eyes red-rimmed, her hand covering her mouth.
He smiled.
Chapter 29, Round Two
Zhao Lei sat on the sidelines, drinking water.
His teammates gathered around—a tall guy, a short guy, and the captain Zhang Wei, who wore glasses.
"Zhao Lei, who's that kid?" the tall man asked.
Zhao Lei shook his head.
"I don't know. I just know he's Yuxin's...brother?"
The shorter man said, "Younger brother? Doesn't seem like it. His playing style, his technique, it doesn't seem like he just learned it."
Zhao Lei didn't say anything.
He recalled the crossover he had just executed—two crossovers, a change in rhythm, and finally, a shot. That's not something you can learn in three months.
That's talent.
He stood up and threw the water bottle aside.
"Second set," he said, "my turn."
Zhang Wei blew the whistle.
The second game begins.
Zhao Lei serves first.
He dribbled to the three-point line, and without hesitation, pulled up for a jump shot.
Goal!
"One to zero."
In the stands, the man in the gray cotton-padded jacket nodded.
"Zhao Lei is serious."
Cheng Yuxin glanced at him.
The man in the gray cotton-padded jacket said, "In the first game, Zhao Lei was testing the waters and didn't go all out. Now he's serious. Look at his shooting rhythm, it's twice as fast as before."
Cheng Yuxin turned her head and looked at the field.
Zhao Lei serves again.
This time, he dribbled and broke through, much faster than in the first game. Lin Feng kept up, but Zhao Lei suddenly stopped, leaned back, and shot a jump shot—the ball flew over Lin Feng's fingers and went in.
"Two to zero."
In two minutes, Zhao Lei scored four points in a row.
Four to zero.
Six to zero.
The stands fell silent.
Lin Feng stood on the field, panting.
Zhao Lei is faster, stronger, and more experienced than him.
The reason Zhao Lei won the first game was because he didn't go all out.
He's doing his best now.
Lin Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and went back to serve.
He dribbled to the three-point line, and Zhao Lei closed in.
He broke through to the right—Zhao Lei kept up. He changed direction—Zhao Lei kept up again. He changed direction again—Zhao Lei kept up once more.
He can only shoot.
The ball hit the rim and bounced away.
Zhao Lei grabbed the rebound.
He dribbled the ball to the frontcourt and shot before Lin Feng could even get his footing.
Goal!
"Eight to zero."
Someone in the stands sighed.
"The gap is too big."
"I guess I got lucky in the first round."
"Eight to zero, the game is over."
Cheng Yuxin sat there, her nails digging into her palms.