310: Chapter 310: Where’s the Pass You Promised?
(Fourth Update) 310: Chapter 310: Where’s the Pass You Promised?
(Fourth Update) In S City’s Number One High School, almost everyone was watching TV.
Of course, Zhou Jie allowed this.
Especially after several waves of world records, Zhou Jie’s complexion had turned an exceptionally rosy red.
Awesome, freakin’ awesome, now all he wanted was to have Zhang Hua come over and watch together.
Zhang Fan was so impressive, such a perfect face-slapping moment.
However, discussions were incessant.
Particularly when they saw Zhang Fan steal the ball, a bunch of people sighed with admiration.
“This plot, why does it look so familiar?
Like I’ve seen it somewhere before.”
“Hehe, forgot about the first day of school?
When Liu Fei got utterly humiliated?”
“Oh snap, that’s right, damn it, I’ve been spaced out from all the recent cramming.”
Even when hearing voices concerning himself, Liu Fei’s face didn’t show anger, but instead, he burst into wildly enthusiastic screaming.
“Cool, he actually stole the ball from Han Xu’s team, so powerful.”
Having intercepted the ball from one of SC province’s toughest teams, why should he feel any embarrassment?
“Defense, get back on defense!”
Han Xu roared, and immediately, the five players on the blue team dashed towards Zhang Fan.
However, they realized that Zhang Fan’s dribbling speed was even faster than them.
Damn, how is that even possible!
Such speed, could it really be without traveling?
Yet, the reality was that the referee’s whistle didn’t blow.
Two seconds later, Zhang Fan arrived beneath the basket.
He leapt, curled the basketball with one hand, executed a windmill, and dunked.
“Boom.”
Zhang Fan’s right hand slammed firmly into the hoop, causing the entire basketball stand to shake violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
Zhang Fan, holding onto the rim, dangled from above the basket.
“Damn, a one-handed windmill dunk, motherfucker!”
In the stands, a crowd of people screamed.
In their eyes was an expression of disbelief.
Ouyang Feng is one thing, smashing the backboard with a windmill dunk, but Zhang Fan?
A one-handed windmill dunk, holy crap, is this kid that freakish?
Athletic competitions, breaking the world record four times, number one in shooting, number one in boxing, and now playing basketball this freakin’ good.
Bro, give others a way to live.
“Fan Bro is mighty, Fan Bro is the coolest!”
The face-slapping squad also began screaming.
In the live stream, there were cries of dismay.
“Oh my god, such a domineering side, and I’m witnessing it live, ahhhh, I’m such a die-hard fan of Fan Bro.”
“That idiot Yang Haochen, if I run into him, I have to beat him up.”
Swearing filled the screen again.
Upon seeing the text on his phone screen, Yang Haochen’s legs began to tremble.
Damn it, he couldn’t be discovered, absolutely not.
Then, Yang Haochen squeezed through the crowd to a corner and began to watch furtively.
However, just at that moment, his finger touched the login button, and suddenly, the entire live stream went dark.
“Shit, what’s going on?
What’s happening with the live stream?”
But the next moment, a new image appeared.
Countless pairs of legs, something was completely off about the footage.
“Damn, what’s going on?” The person holding the phone saw his screen go dark and was shocked.
“Bro, your account got bumped.”
“What?
Bumped?
Yang Haochen showed up?”
“Yeah, look at my phone, over here, isn’t that our location?”
Seeing the swinging screen on their phones, a group of people shouted.
“Guys, Yang Haochen is here, find him for me, we’ve got to beat him down today.”
The face-slapping squad boiled over with excitement.
Hiding in the corner, Yang Haochen’s gaze suddenly froze, and then he raised his phone, seeing his own face on the screen, he almost threw the phone away.
“Shit, Yang Haochen, you dare show your face.”
The live stream was immediately filled with cursing.
“There he is, over there, guys, get him.” The face-slapping squad spotted Yang Haochen hiding in the corner and ran towards him.
“Fan Bro, save me, save me.”
Yang Haochen took his phone and ran.
“Fuck, who pushed me?”
The commotion created by the face-slapping squad immediately caused a barrage of cursing in the stands.
Zhang Fan rolled his eyes as he looked back.
Who had the time to worry about them now?
Playing basketball was the real deal.
“4:0!”
The score of the match appeared on the screen above the basketball court.
“Keep going!”
Han Xu’s face darkened.
They hadn’t anticipated that Zhang Fan would also be intercepting passes.
And that one-handed windmill dunk flowed as smoothly as clouds and water.
“Lock down Zhang Fan, don’t let him intercept anymore,” Han Xu roared.
“What about his rebounds?” someone asked.
“Keep him outside the three-point line,” Han Xu said as he dribbled the ball and started the attack.
“Defense!” Ouyang Feng also bellowed.
Zhang Fan moved too, sprinting toward Han Xu.
As he ran, Han Xu passed the ball—clearly scared.
Who the hell could react to Zhang Fan’s speed in intercepting?
A radiant smile played on the corners of Zhang Fan’s mouth as he positioned himself.
After all, this was a team game, and Ouyang Feng’s team didn’t need him to single-handedly save the world.
Now, all he had to do was to keep a close eye on Han Xu.
At this very moment, the flawless strength of Ouyang Feng and his teammates manifested itself.
Su Haoran, Lin Tao, and Zhong Tianchen also perfectly positioned themselves, leaving Yang Xu and his team no chance to shoot.
The game momentarily fell into a deadlock.
“Pass it to me!”
Han Xu called out, suddenly darting forward as the basketball flew toward him.
Zhang Fan’s eyes lit up; he took off using the Butterfly Dance Step, sprinting past.
Even though Han Xu initiated the move, Zhang Fan ended up standing in front of Han Xu.
Leaping up, Zhang Fan soared like an arrow released from a bow.
“Blue team!”
“Get back on defense!”
The voices of Zhang Fan and Han Xu almost sounded at the same time.
When Han Xu saw Zhang Fan suddenly appear in front of him, he didn’t hesitate and sped back toward his own half of the court.
Nine players ran like mad bulls.
Every second counted, particularly for Han Xu and his team who had witnessed Zhang Fan’s speed.
They didn’t dare to slacken.
To others, however, this scene appeared almost unbelievable.
“Damn, he can intercept that, too?”
“Shit, how can Zhang Fan be so damn good?”
Exclamations kept rising, and even a group of club presidents like Xiong Lin grew tense.
Zhang Fan didn’t sprint.
Instead, he started jogging with the ball.
Han Xu’s reaction only fueled his competitive spirit.
This match was definitely going to be a fight.
That feeling almost took him back to his middle school days.
His blood boiled, and the strengths of Han Xu’s team, every one of them, were formidable.
Soon, Zhang Fan switched to fast-break mode.
Han Xu kept a tight watch on Zhang Fan.
As the captain, his strength was definitely not weaker than Ouyang Feng’s.
Zhang Fan couldn’t simply dribble past him the way he would Ouyang Feng.
After all, this was a team sport.
Besides, Han Xu’s other teammates were all eyeing him hungrily, their positioning nearly perfect, giving Zhang Fan no opportunity to score a layup.
In their eyes, as long as Zhang Fan had no chance to score a layup, everything was OK!
“Catch!”
Zhang Fan shouted.
Instantly, nine pairs of eyes tensed up.
But the next moment, Zhang Fan dribbled backward, jumped up high, and shot!
Yang Xu was flabbergasted!
Dammit, what happened to passing the ball?
As the basketball arced through the air, a lump formed in Yang Xu’s throat.
All eyes focused on the ball.
“Swish!”
“Three points!”
“Yeah!
Scored again.”
“Perfect swish!”
Han Xu felt a pang of despair.
Damn it, three-pointers too?