The early autumn wind, carrying a hint of coolness, blew against the skin.
On the basketball court, Lin Baici and number 24 were playing one-on-one.
Feng Qin watched Lin Baici, cursing in his heart.
Basketball, a sport that heavily relies on physical condition, is tough if you're short. Forget dunking – even grabbing a rebound is a struggle.
Feng Qin, standing at one meter ninety-one, didn't need much skill to play basketball on regular days. His physicality alone was enough to dominate many others. But today, he met an opponent who was his equal.
Up close, Feng Qin assessed Lin Baici's muscles, arm span, and stride frequency, and couldn't help feeling depressed.
Strong! Extremely oppressive!
This must've been how others felt when they defended me, right?
"How long do you plan to dribble? Won't you attack?"
Feng Qin threw trash talk to provoke Lin Baici.
