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.
Lin Baici’s expression darkened. Indeed, without attacking, he couldn’t win. Go for a three-pointer? He didn’t have that confidence. Just as he was considering how to lay up, Feng Qin suddenly reached out, poking at the basketball with extreme swiftness.
At that moment, number 24’s hand was like a venomous snake on the hunt.
Steady! Accurate! Fast!
The basketball was poked away.
Feng Qin laughed. The moment he poked the basketball, years of experience had already allowed him to gauge where it would land, and he instantly accelerated to chase after it.
He had planned it all out – just get the ball and launch into a fast break, rush to the basket, and finish with a tomahawk dunk to show off, letting Little Tiger Tooth see who was the best.
But just as Feng Qin touched the basketball, a whirlwind seemed to rush past him.
A figure reached the ball first, slapping it further away, then took three steps to catch up and secured the ball in hand.
Feng Qin was stunned, staring at the guy.
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Little Tiger Tooth, with a shocked face, was a basketball fan who often watched Feng Qin play. She knew just how freakish his physique was, as he trampled over his peers with ease.
But just now, even with his full-speed sprint and a head start, he was overtaken by that guy?
What kind of terrifying physical ability is this?
Little Tiger Tooth couldn’t help but glance at Lin Baici’s legs, but it was a pity—he was wearing jeans, so his muscles weren’t visible.
Lin Baici snatched the ball and, taking advantage of number 24’s moment of shock, immediately drove the ball toward the basket.
Feng Qin started to chase after him.
Lin Baici took three steps to lay up, his right hand flickering.
The basketball hit the backboard and bounced off.
The trailing Feng Qin found it amusing, easily caught the ball, and then took off into the air, executing a ferocious dunk.
The loud noise echoed across the court, drawing the attention of everyone playing.
After dunking, number 24 didn’t come down immediately but hung onto the rim with one hand, looming over Lin Baici with an air of triumph.
"Feng Qin, stop playing!"
Little Tiger Tooth could tell that the guy wasn’t even a ’basketball enthusiast’; he only played occasionally.
It was too much for Feng Qin to play one-on-one with him.
Feng Qin released his hand, landed, and shrugged his shoulders.
Lin Baici picked up the ball and tossed it to Feng Qin—it was his turn to attack.
"Heh, call it a day?"
Feng Qin had already enjoyed his dunk.
Lin Baici gestured for number 24 to start quickly.
"Alright, as you wish!"
Feng Qin started from midcourt, dribbling twice, then suddenly leaned forward, took a stride as if he were going to break past Lin Baici on the left, and then stopped again.
Lin Baici’s center of gravity shifted, and just as he adjusted to defend, number 24 was already breaking from the other side.
Feng Qin moved like lightning, crossing the free-throw line in a few giant strides, then leaped into the air, right hand clutching the basketball, ready for another dunk.
But in the next instant, a figure caught up with him, raising a long arm and slapping the ball.
The basketball was sent flying.
Feng Qin landed and couldn’t help rubbing his wrist.
The block had been so harsh that his wrist hurt.
"Is this guy a monster?"
Number 24 fixated on Lin Baici.
He knew his own speed and jumping power, but even so, this guy had caught up and blocked him with at least a head’s height to spare.
Feng Qin picked up the ball and continued.
It must be said, his skills were impressive. He faked out Lin Baici with a behind-the-back dribble, deceiving him and breaking through successfully.
Except the result was the same as before; before Feng Qin could dunk, Lin Baici caught up again and slapped the ball away.
Lin Baici landed, sprinted off like a hunting cheetah, grabbed the ball, spun around, and charged toward the basket.
Feng Qin positioned himself, crouched, and spread his arms.
Due to his wingspan, he covered a vast defensive area.
He thought he was being overly cautious; with that guy’s Shooting Technique, a little disruption was all it would take to make the shot fail. But in the next moment, he saw his opponent not continuing to drive but instead leaping high.
Lin Baici’s clothes fluttered in the wind as he soared over Feng Qin’s head like a fighter jet, then crashed onto the basketball hoop.
The basketball hoop swayed, groaning under the impact.
At this, not just those in the basketball area but also people on the sports field looked over here.
"Damn, that’s brutal!"
"If that were a glass backboard, it would’ve shattered, right?"
"What did he eat to grow like that?"