55: Chapter 55: Giving up on Healing?
55: Chapter 55: Giving up on Healing?
Everyone was stunned.
Nearly four meters high—could he actually block that shot?
Damn, was Zhang Fan even human?
The sound of the basketball hitting the ground with each bounce seemed like a slap hitting Zhong Tianchen’s face hard.
Zhang Fan walked over to Zhong Tianchen, patted his shoulder, and said softly, “Sigh, I gave you a chance, and you didn’t seize it well.”
Zhang Fan’s voice intertwined with the sound of the basketball rolling on the ground.
They were all dizzy from the slap contained in Zhang Fan’s words.
In their minds, they replayed Zhang Fan’s jump and strike repeatedly, branded deeply like hot iron.
It took a full thirty seconds before long breaths rose like waves.
Their eyes even showed a trace of blood red from excitement.
“Hey, old classmate, if you don’t move, I’m going to shoot,” Zhang Fan shouted, holding the ball.
Zhong Tianchen turned around blankly, his mouth agape wide enough to fit a goose egg.
Only at that moment did he register the situation.
Yet, his face was filled with a bitter smile.
Had Zhang Fan grown so strong?
Was there any point for him to keep playing?
He looked up at Ouyang Feng.
Ouyang Feng’s face was hideous.
His eyes had narrowed into slits.
Killing intent—his eyes held nothing but endless killing intent.
“Useless,” Ouyang Feng said through clenched teeth, glaring at Zhong Tianchen.
Zhong Tianchen’s face went pale.
He had never seen Ouyang Feng with that look before.
Thinking of Ouyang Feng’s tactics, he couldn’t help but shudder.
No matter what, he couldn’t lose again.
If he did, he might never get the chance to touch the ball in the provincial team ever again.
But could he defeat Zhang Fan?
Zhang Fan’s lazy posture made him involuntarily chuckle.
A completely indifferent face, seeming yet to exert his full effort.
Unmatched speed, unmatched reflexes, and jumping ability!
Could he defend against his attacks?
Seeing Ouyang Feng’s expression, Zhang Fan’s smile grew even brighter.
Ha, this was just the beginning.
He was going to thoroughly dominate all of them.
The basketball in Zhang Fan’s hands jumped like a sprite, the sound incredibly dull.
He looked up at Zhong Tianchen, who was intently defending, and curled the corner of his mouth.
Zhang Fan stepped forward, ghostlike, slipping past Zhong Tianchen.
Breaking past the defense!
It was so simple, almost effortless.
Zhong Tianchen watched as Zhang Fan slipped past him, trying to reach out and stop him, but he couldn’t.
The basketball was once again dunked into the hoop by Zhang Fan.
Zhong Tianchen’s face drained of color as an intense feeling of helplessness surged within him.
Did he still have a chance to win?
The cheers for Zhang Fan thundered like a storm across the court.
A group of teachers were dumbfounded, watching Zhong Tianchen who hadn’t moved.
They all had the same thought.
Are these really provincial players?
Surely Zhang Fan didn’t just hire an actor?
How could scoring be this easy!
Zhang Fan smiled and tossed the ball to Zhong Tianchen, his smile never fading.
His goal was to drive Ouyang Feng and the others into despair.
“Useless, useless!” Tang Bing roared angrily.
2:0, completely powerless!
This was simply a disgrace to their provincial basketball team.
Zhong Tianchen’s eyes were blood-red as he coldly looked at Tang Bing, “You, motherfucker, get up here, come on.”
Ouyang Feng could say that to him, but what right did Tang Bing have?
He was no worse than Tang Bing.
After all, he had once won a point from Zhang Fan.
What right did he have to speak in front of him?
“Shut up,” Ouyang Feng shouted angrily.
Instantly, Tang Bing, who was about to retort, froze, his eyes sharply looking at Zhong Tianchen.
Zhong Tianchen ignored him, holding the ball, looking at Zhang Fan in front of him with a smile on his face and feeling helpless once again.
Zhang Fan looked at Zhong Tianchen, smiled slightly, and his gaze fell on the basketball in his hands.
The moment Zhong Tianchen made his move, Zhang Fan moved too.
Fast as thunder, quick as lightning.
He reached out and snatched it.
The basketball in Zhong Tianchen’s hands was swept away by him.
Laughter erupted once again.
Without another word, Zhang Fan dribbled and ran beyond the three-point line, jumped up, and the basketball soared straight into the basket.
Zhang Fan didn’t watch the result but turned around to look at Ouyang Feng and others, coldly saying, “Who’s next!”
The basketball entered the hoop, hit the ground, thrilling everyone’s heart.
A group of people stood dumbfounded, but then they heard Zhang Fan’s voice and suddenly a Heavenly Shock erupted.
“Bloody massacre, bloody massacre!”
Both students and teachers got excited at that moment.
Defeat the provincial team?
This was their own school’s student, how could they not be thrilled?
Zhou Jie and Xu Guozhi’s faces beamed like blooming chrysanthemums.
Even if they lost today’s match, they could still stand tall in front of the people from the second school.
Our school’s Zhang Fan beat one of the provincial team 3:0, can you do that?
At this moment, Zhou Jie, seeing Zhang Fan continue to challenge, was full of anticipation.
If they won the next game too, heh, wait until the people from the second school arrived, watch how he would slap their faces.
They liked to laugh at us, right?
Sorry, not today, we are the main characters.
All eyes were on Zhang Fan, their hearts extremely excited.
“Dare not?” Zhang Fan sneered with a mocking expression on his face, which anyone not blind would want to slap with a brick.
“I’ll take you on.” Tang Bing stepped forward, his forehead veins bulging.
“Oh, should I let you have the ball?” Zhang Fan teased.
Tang Bing stepped forward, instantly appearing in front of Zhang Fan: “No need?”
“How about a penalty?” Zhang Fan asked.
Tang Bing’s legs went weak.
“You start.” Tang Bing roared.
Zhang Fan smiled lightly, “Then I won’t be polite, don’t be too nervous, 3:0 is definite, your struggle is useless.”
“Hahaha.” People burst into laughter.
Damn, Zhang Fan, this asshole, really is an asshole.
Tang Bing was almost driven to vomit blood by Zhang Fan’s words.
“Shut up,” Tang Bing roared, standing in front of Zhang Fan, his gaze fiery.
“You should listen to advice,” Zhang Fan said, then suddenly moved, maneuvering past Tang Bing, who was frozen in place, to easily make a layup and slam dunk, unopposed.
Tang Bing was stunned, so was everyone else, damn, that was it?
“Hey, I told you struggling is useless.
Hey, Tang Bing, have you given up on healing already?” Zhang Fan snickered as he tossed the ball to Tang Bing, still frozen in place.
Everyone burst out laughing.
Giving up on healing?