"Bro, your jersey's here." Wang Dong sprinted over with the shirt in hand.
Zhang Fan took the jersey, shed his coat, and put it on.
"Xie Jun, center position goes to Fan, you play small forward." Gao Qi shouted, giving commands.
"Hmph, idiot. Giving such a crucial position to this loser, watch us make you cry today." Liu Fei sneered. He couldn't even play basketball, yet dared to take such an important role. It was suicide.
The center position was the core of the basketball team and the highest scoring role. If this position failed, what was left of the game?
"Chirp! Start the game." The referee urged.
"Come on, come on!"
The lively atmosphere reignited the entire venue.
"Fan, find a chance to get a feel for the ball first." Gao Qi told Zhang Fan.
"Hey, you think you'll even get a chance to touch the ball?" Liu Fei said coldly, dribbling and running swiftly.
"Kid, watch closely. The third best in school. You can't compare." Liu Fei headed straight for the basket, with his teammates clearing the way.
"Watch my windmill." Liu Fei yelled, leaping into the air, his arm swinging, the ball spinning in mid-air and landing precisely in the basket.
"Nice one, windmill, Fei bro, crush those seniors." The sophomores roared.
"Get back on defense!" Liu Fei raised his hand triumphantly, glaring at Zhang Fan, "See the difference? A hundred of you losers couldn't beat me."
Zhang Fan smirked coldly, ignoring Liu Fei, and asked for the ball to familiarize himself.
Zhang Fan could feel it. His strength, speed, and body coordination had improved immensely, at least doubled from before.
"Kid, I'll show you what a steal is." Liu Fei walked up to Zhang Fan and looked at him with extreme disdain.
"Heh." Zhang Fan chuckled and suddenly accelerated, slipping past Liu Fei like an illusion.
"What the hell, he got past so easily? Liu Fei is supposed to be third in the whole school, now he's like a log." Someone exclaimed.
"Damn, how is he so fast?" The blue team exclaimed, all four players went on defense. Liu Fei also came to his senses, his face dark. He couldn't believe Zhang Fan actually got past him.
"Pass the ball." Anxiously shouted a red team player.
However, Zhang Fan, sprinting with the ball, ignored it. Gao Qi also rushed up to hold off the opposing power forward.
"Damn, is he crazy? What's he trying to do, a layup?" Xie Jun regretted giving the center position to Zhang Fan.
"Let him go for a layup. No way he can score." Liu Fei sneered.
However, beneath the basket, Zhang Fan leaped high, both hands spinning like a windmill.
"Damn, also a windmill!"
Someone exclaimed!
"No way, how can he jump so high, is he gonna dunk?"
"Damn! Windmill dunk, no way he can make it!"
Liu Fei sneered, "A windmill? A dunk? If he scores, I'll eat the ball."
After spinning the ball in a windmill motion, Zhang Fan slammed it forcefully into the hoop, causing the backboard to shake violently.
"Damn, it's really a windmill dunk." Screams erupted like thunder!
Windmill dunk, damn, how could this appear in a school basketball game? Even NBA games rarely saw such a move!
"Oh yeah... senior year rocks!" The third years were ecstatic. Even the first and second years screamed. At this moment, they didn't care about senior vs. junior, seeing such an awesome move was absolutely worth it.
Everyone on the court was stunned, a windmill dunk? Damn, who in the entire school could pull off such a high-difficulty move?
"See that, that's my bro." Gao Qi grabbed the jersey and shouted.
Zhang Fan turned and gave Liu Fei a cold glance, "Third in the school? Impressive? Windmill, impressive?" With that, he casually jogged to the red team's half.
Liu Fei stiffened like a dumbfounded duck, windmill dunk?
"Back on defense." Gao Qi commanded, directing the teammates to defend.
Liu Fei, with a cool face, got the ball from the point guard and attacked swiftly.
However, as soon as he entered red team's half, Zhang Fan was there in front of him.
"Heh, wanna steal my ball? Dream on." Liu Fei sneered with disdain.
However, Zhang Fan's right hand flashed by, grabbing the ball with his wrist and palm. He turned and sprinted towards the blue team's half.
"Damn, he still stole the ball?"
The spectators were shocked. Damn, Liu Fei just entered the red team's half, and his ball got stolen? Liu Fei claimed to be third in the school, with this skill?
Liu Fei was dumbfounded, his ball got stolen? Then he quickly turned and sprinted.
"Pass the ball!" The red team's shooting guard, standing outside the three-point line, shouted. His position was unguarded, a perfect shot.
Zhang Fan ignored it, dribbling quickly. Just outside the three-point line, he suddenly halted, turned, raised a middle finger towards the pursuing Liu Fei, then lightly tipped his toes, shooting the ball.
"Idiot, shooting from two meters outside the three-point line?" The shooting guard was furious. Such a perfect three-point shot wasted.
"Heh, two meters outside the three-point line, I only have a fifty percent shot rate." Liu Fei sneered.
"Bang!"
The basketball hit the hoop, bounced around, and after 1.5 seconds, went in.
The red team's shooting guard was dumbfounded, the blue team was dumbfounded, countless spectators were dumbfounded.
"Damn! That went in too!" The sophomores screamed in shock.
Liu Fei's face turned dark. A guy who hadn't played in over two years, made a three-pointer? And from two meters outside the three-point line?
Xie Jun and others were stunned for a moment, then excitedly shouted: "Back on defense!"
"Red team's three points!" Shouted an announcement, and the two girls keeping score flipped the red cards.
28:25! Three points ahead!
"Pass the ball!" Liu Fei roared angrily, his neck stiff. He was really angry now. Third in the school, and his ball got stolen before making it across half court, and it was Zhang Fan, someone he viewed as a loser.
"Give me the ball!" Liu Fei shouted, dribbling furiously!
"Damn it, steal my ball again." Liu Fei roared at Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan sneered, running up to Liu Fei, "Believe it, one second!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Fan extended his right hand, slapped the ball, sending it through Liu Fei's legs. In the next moment, Zhang Fan moved past, "As you wish."
Liu Fei's face went completely dark, damn, really got stolen!
Xie Jun, who was ready to defend, was stunned. Damn, what's going on? Liu Fei and Zhang Fan are on the same team? This could be stolen too?
But, damn, five minutes ago, wasn't he trying to steal Zhang Fan's girlfriend and even fought?
"Damn it!" The blue team's players were on the verge of losing their tempers, swearing.
Zhang Fan quickly reached outside the three-point line, jumped lightly, and fired another three-pointer.
"Damn it!"
The blue team cursed simultaneously. Damn, two consecutive steals and two three-pointers, plus the earlier windmill dunk, that's already eight points.
The red team was convinced, less than two minutes, eight points.
Damn it, these eight points were practically Zhang Fan's solo effort, no assists, no passes, damn! This was Zhang Fan's skill?
"Back on defense!"
Gao Qi was practically on a high, roaring to the sky.
Xie Jun and a few others rolled their eyes, "We're on defense!"
Damn, we didn't even move!
"Give me the ball!" Liu Fei was furious beyond measure.
However, this time, no one passed the ball to him. It went to the point guard instead. Liu Fei, veins popping on his forehead, glared harshly at the passing player. The latter stiffened, "Fei bro, we lost eight points in less than two minutes."
Damn it, stolen at half court, who the hell dared to pass it to him? If this was the second half, could they still score?
"Fan, you seem even more abnormal than back in middle school." Gao Qi jogged while scrutinizing Zhang Fan, as if meeting him for the first time.
Zhang Fan chuckled. He knew it was likely because of the Flower Protection System. Otherwise, it would take seven to eight minutes to get into the groove. Plus, now his physical abilities had surged, speed, strength, reaction time, body coordination, it was a complete transformation.
Zhang Fan noticed that Liu Fei avoided facing him directly and passed the ball immediately. Zhang Fan then ran and tightly marked Liu Fei.
On the court, one must constantly remember their position and keep a close watch on their opponent. Otherwise, they could easily break through.
Clapping his hands, Liu Fei's power forward stepped up to block Zhang Fan. Liu Fei was genuinely wary of Zhang Fan, damn, the ball got stolen in a blink. Was he the Ghost Hand? Seizing this interval, Liu Fei moved inside the three-point line, catching the ball.
Jumping, shooting!
However, Zhang Fan quickly bypassed their power forward, leapt higher than Liu Fei, and with a forceful slap, sent the nearly-basketball downwards.
"Damn, a block! Liu Fei got blocked!"