"Oh my god, how come there are so many people in the basketball gym all of a sudden? No one is going to class?" As soon as they walked in, a surprised male voice rang out.
Looking around, it turns out that the basketball gym, which used to only have Class H and Class B, is now packed with people, drums and gongs sounding, as if there was a major competition.
Xu Renfei smiled, "This is the skill of the program team. Sometimes we feel that they have everything planned out in advance. No matter what happens, they can quickly arrange everything."
With a light click of the tongue, Bi Xia shrugged, "They’ve got some talent."
"Hahahaha, by the way boss, do you have any tactics?" Wu Zhiyuan put his hands on his hips, glanced at the opponent, and asked.
"Tactics..." Bi Xia thought for a moment, then blinked, "I just want every pass from you to be accurate."
Facing the bewildered expressions of his teammates, Bi Xia smiled, patted the shoulder of the person next to him, "Just play as you usually do, don’t worry." ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel·fiɾe·net
Seeing Bi Xia’s confident look, the few who often played basketball together exchanged glances, feeling much more reassured, and nodded, "Alright, then we’ll play as usual, brothers."
The whistle blew, and the referee, who was also the gym teacher, gathered all the players on the court. Bi Xia and the others stacked their hands together, "Go team!"
The shout echoed throughout the basketball court. Everyone shared a smile and walked onto the court in unison.
Both sides stood in the center of the court. Bi Xia and Chu Kuang were about to jump for the first ball. They faced each other, then suddenly Chu Kuang extended his hand, made a thumbs-up gesture to Bi Xia, and then slowly turned it downwards, laughing arrogantly.
"Chu Kuang! Chu Kuang! Class B will win!"
The screams began, and the cheerleaders of Class B, led by Luo Xin, shouted together.
Bi Xia lazily raised his eyes towards Chu Kuang, laughed coldly, tilted his head slightly, and suddenly, his small hand extended, with the palm horizontally in front of his neck. His fingers closed together and slowly ran across his prominent collarbone and neck.
It was a throat-slitting gesture!
Bi Xia’s lips curved upwards, his chin lifted slightly, and as soon as the gesture was complete, he suddenly extended his hand forward, making a gun shape aimed at Chu Kuang.
His scarlet lips made a silent ’bang’ sound. The defiant expression and provocative gesture matched the young man perfectly, making it difficult not to admire him, despite the arrogance.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
"Class H will win!!!!"
Faced with screams twice as loud as those from Class B, Meng Luo turned and snapped her fingers at the cheerleaders behind her. In an instant, a dazzling and dynamic dance began in the basketball gym.
She knew exactly how to capture people’s attention and boost morale. Next, it was up to the boys on the court...
She looked at Bi Xia, who was slightly bent over, and exhaled. What to do, she was starting to feel nervous...
As soon as the whistle sounded, the referee tossed the basketball high into the air. In that instant, both Bi Xia and Chu Kuang extended their long arms and jumped.
The first ball was extremely crucial; they had to get it!
Chu Kuang gritted his teeth, just about to touch the ball, when suddenly a ridiculously fair arm appeared in front of him, swiping across and with a ’slap’, the basketball was forcefully knocked away, landing accurately in Xu Renfei’s hands, who had been waiting on the side.
As soon as Xu Renfei got the ball, he dashed towards the opponent’s court without hesitation. In an instant, everyone chased after Xu Renfei.
Chu Kuang and Bi Xia landed on the ground. Chu Kuang, looking at the slightly weaker boy, narrowed his eyes. He had underestimated this person...
The sound of the basketball swishing through the net and the screams resonated in the basketball gym. Seeing the scoreboard showing Class H leading Class B, Bi Xia turned and smirked at Chu Kuang. Under Chu Kuang’s gaze, he lifted his hand, gently slid it across his neck.
Your Class B, get ready to admit