On the basketball court, boys were playing basketball, sweating profusely.
Cheng Feng caught a glimpse of Song Yan Ning walking this way out of the corner of his eye, and with a mischievous smile, he threw the basketball in his hand toward her.
Song Yan Ning felt a gust of wind and raised her hand to catch it, securing the basketball firmly in her grasp.
Cheng Feng looked at Song Yan Ning with some surprise. It must have been a coincidence, otherwise how could she have caught the basketball one-handed under these circumstances? Even he wouldn’t have been able to do that.
Song Yan Ning glanced at the basketball in her hand, then turned to look at the basketball court. When she saw Cheng Feng, a flash of understanding crossed her eyes. She guessed that Cheng Feng must have done it on purpose.
"Classmate, that’s our ball," a dark-skinned boy brimming with a masculine aura ran over shyly looking at Song Yan Ning. She was the prettiest girl he had ever seen, and ever since he had seen her photo snapped stealthily and posted on the school website, he had developed a crush on her. He had never expected to get so close to his dream girl today.
Song Yan Ning handed the ball to him as she was about to leave, but the boy stopped her. "Do you play basketball? You looked so cool when you caught the ball just now."
"I don’t," Song Yan Ning answered softly.
"Song Yan Ning, are you interested in a match?" Cheng Feng walked over, challenging her with his gaze.
"Not interested," Song Yan Ning couldn’t be bothered with Cheng Feng.
"I knew you wouldn’t dare," Cheng Feng said with a deserving smug expression.
"Taunting me won’t work," Song Yan Ning said, then walked away.
Cheng Feng snatched the basketball from the boy and threw it toward Song Yan Ning. He didn’t believe Song Yan Ning could dodge it.
Song Yan Ning, as though having eyes on the back of her head, slightly shifted her body to the side and deftly dodged the incoming basketball. She turned and glared at Cheng Feng,"Childish!"
"I may be childish, but if you’re so capable, why not play a match with me? If you lose, you can throw a basketball at me a hundred times," Cheng Feng confidently boasted about his skills. If it weren’t for his parents insisting he attend First Middle School, he would be a backup player in the national basketball team now.
Song Yan Ning considered, "Will you keep your word?"
"Of course, if you can score three baskets in half an hour, I’ll accept defeat. If you’re worried, everyone here can bear witness," Cheng Feng said confidently.
"We won’t be biased toward anyone,"
"Let’s start the match, we can’t wait!" The crowd exclaimed excitedly. Although they didn’t have high hopes for Song Yan Ning, they wouldn’t miss this drama for the world.
"Alright, let’s begin," Song Yan Ning walked towards the basketball court.
"If you lose, you have to do three things for me. Do you dare agree?" Cheng Feng followed Song Yan Ning, still challenging her.
"I agree." Song Yan Ning walked onto the basketball court, standing in position.
Cheng Feng smiled slightly and stood in front of Song Yan Ning, "The rules are simple. If you can get past me and score three baskets, you win."
Song Yan Ning nodded, took the basketball tossed by Cheng Feng, "Let’s start."
Cheng Feng smiled, nodding, and positioned himself in front of Song Yan Ning, blocking her from breaking his defense line, but even if he let her past, it was unlikely she could score.
Song Yan Ning advanced with a feint, maneuvered sideways past Cheng Feng, approached the hoop, and lightly leaped to toss the basketball into the basket.
"Swish!" The sound of the basketball hitting the net echoed.