After hearing Wang Ke’s words, the dragon and phoenix twins subconsciously looked towards Zhou Ziang in his slightly short basketball shorts.
In the previous game, Zhou Ziang had expressed his discontent through a nearly lost game. This time, Fang De and Fang Xin did not dare to offend this great deity again. Zhou Ziang could wear whatever he wanted.
What Zhou Ziang was wearing was the middle school basketball uniform that Xi Lijuan had ironed for him. Since middle school, he had grown ten centimeters; to some extent, the shorts indeed no longer fit.
Wang Ke’s provocative tone immediately drew the attention of the TV station and the surrounding audience. Since the beginning of the game, the CCTV cameras hadn’t moved away from their basketball court.
"Hey, it’s so infuriating; that kid is actually playing against Wang Ke. A man bullying a woman, no, he’s simply not a man," Qu Yang complained repeatedly to those around him, and seeing Xiao Xian and Mao Yi ignoring him, he casually started rambling to a spectator next to him.
The thoroughly engrossed female spectator looked up with mixed feelings, "Who are you talking about?"
"That one in the gray-blue clothes," Qu Yang’s eyes flashed with amazement—although the female spectator he was talking to was a bit older, she must have been a big beauty when she was young.
"Him... I’m sorry, he’s my son." Xi Lijuan glared at Qu Yang with anger. How could the children of today be so rude? You’re the one who’s not a man. Your whole family is not a man. Our Ziang is the most manly man there is.
Qu Yang was silenced, daring not to make a sound, and obediently waited for the outcome of the game, still stubbornly thinking to himself: I’ll see how long you, this worthless man, can stay smug. Wang Ke, fight for the honor of Sacred Heart Middle School; you cannot disgrace the name of Sacred Heart. Wang Ke, I support you.
On the court, Wang Ke focused on the gray-blue figure. She loved being the center of attention the most. After clearly assessing the levels of the other two players on her team, she did not hesitate to demand to guard Zhou Ziang—besides wanting to avenge that day’s humiliation, it was also because she heard a few people who witnessed the end of that day’s match say that the strongest player on the AND1 team was this man in front of her.
In the eyes of others, her, a female player, guarding a male player was already defying the heavens. Moreover, she was able to keep up with Zhou Ziang’s rhythm, but only Wang Ke, who was actually on the court, knew that her current condition was terrible—so terrible that she might collapse at any moment.
In the last round or previous matches, she had always managed to get ahead of her opponents. At the start of today’s game, she adopted the same strategy, and successfully took the first round.
But from the second round on, she found that the male player in the gray-blue basketball uniform was faster than before. The second round was won with great difficulty; she could feel that the "A-Agent" in her body was rapidly being consumed, and her every cell seemed to be screaming.
That’s the nature of A-Agent; once the body gets used to it, the stronger the resistance, the shorter the duration of heightened physical functions. With high physical exertion, Wang Ke feared that she might collapse at any moment.
The third round, her opponent barely won, and in the fourth round, the man in the gray-blue basketball outfit shook her off three times. In the fourth round, they lost.
It was the fifth round now, and the gray-blue male player seemed to have never-ending stamina, and his leaping ability also seemed inexhaustible. Whenever Wang Ke exerted herself to block his shots, as if deliberately calculated, he always shot the ball from just higher than her reach, finger above her jumping height.
"That female player can’t keep up anymore. After all, she’s a woman, her physical exhaustion is too great. Did you see the past few rounds, especially the fifth round? She was almost being dominated. Look, AND1 scored again, leading by a lot," Although AND1 didn’t perform well in the qualifiers, through this re-qualifier, their fame and threatening presence grew exponentially.
Mao Yi was also watching Zhou Ziang, from his shooting gesture to the height of his jump. Where did this contestant come from? He shouldn’t be a known player in Beijing. Not even among college students.
In Wang Ke’s head, there seemed to be an ever-tightening string, stretched tautly, each run making her head more painfully throbbing.
At the other end of that string were the cells throughout her body. She could feel each cell crashing into one another, ready to explode at any moment.