On the other side, in the rest area of ​​No. 5 Middle School.

Several people were gathered together when Pan Qing gulped down the water, crushed the bottle, and threw it forcefully to the ground.

A dark-skinned, thin man wiped the sweat from his face, frowned at Pan Qing, and said, "Brother Pan, who's that number 25 over there? I've never seen him before! Where the hell did this kid come from?!"

Pan Qing's eyes were filled with malice, and he spat out a mouthful of filth, remaining silent for a moment.

To be honest, there are very few high schools in the entire city of Yulin whose skills can match Pei Zhi's. He thought that Pei Zhi's team would be greatly weakened after the departure of their former guard.

No matter how much we planned, we didn't anticipate this variable.

They hadn't faced Pei Zhi in the previous selection rounds, but they never expected him to have this trick up his sleeve.

Pan Qing looked around and asked the others, "Do you know that kid's name?"

They all shook their heads.

They had never seen such technology before and found it somewhat unbelievable.

Just then, a voice suddenly broke through the silence: "Brother Qing, I know him."

Pan Qing turned around and saw who it was. He raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. "Liangzi, when did you arrive?"

Gao Jialiang was still dressed like a telephone pole covered in flyers. He put his arm around Pan Qing's shoulder and sat down next to him familiarly. "Hey, my brother Qing is playing ball, I definitely have to come and witness my brother Qing win the championship."

Upon hearing this, Pan Qing curled the corners of his lips, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Win the championship?

His harsh words are likely to be proven wrong very soon.

Thinking of Pei Zhi's smug face, Pan Qing clenched his fists tightly, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

Gao Jialiang noticed that he was in low spirits, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Brother Qing, I've been watching from downstairs for a long time. The other side's scoring depends on Pei Zhi and that number 25."

Pan Qing, with a gloomy expression, grunted in response. He was on the field, and he understood the situation better than Gao Jialiang.

Pei Zhi and number 25 cooperated so well that he couldn't find any flaws for the time being.

"You just said you know him? Who is that person?" Pan Qing asked.

“His name is Jiang Cheng,” Gao Jialiang said in a low voice. “He’s just a penniless young man with no connections.”

Upon hearing this, Pan Qing's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he raised an eyebrow, asking, "Really?"

Gao Jialiang nodded, then chuckled and shook Pan Qing's shoulder. "Absolutely true. Don't you trust my information, Brother Qing?"

Pan Qing's gaze darkened.

Gao Jialiang may not have any other skills, but his ability to gather information is truly top-notch, so what he said should be accurate.

He turned his head and looked at Gao Jialiang. The two stared at each other, a knowing look flashing in their eyes.

A poor boy?

That means having no connections or background.

Although he and Pei Zhi were always arguing, he never actually laid a hand on Pei Zhi. The only reason was that Pei Zhi's family was rich.

Money equals power, so he wouldn't easily provoke anyone.

But he was a penniless young man...

Then there's nothing to worry about.

A hint of fierceness crept into Pan Qing's eyes.

He waved to the others and said in a low voice, "I'll go guard against that number 25 on the other side in a bit. Watch my signal and give him some medicine."

The others were taken aback for a moment, then echoed Pan Qing, "Don't worry, Brother Qing, we'll cover for you. The referee definitely won't be able to tell."

Pan Qing nodded in satisfaction, lifted his eyelids to look at the group, and said through gritted teeth, "This time, we must win."

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The break time is over, and both teams are preparing to return to the field.

Jiang Cheng stood up and turned his head, only to find that Pan Qing was looking in his direction.

Contempt, amusement, suppressed anger... those were the eyes that were ready to take him down.

Jiang Cheng glanced at it only once before looking away, uninterested.

His dark eyes were icy, with a hint of sarcasm flashing within them.

"Whoosh—", a whistle blew, and the second half officially began.

As soon as he entered the game, Pan Qing drove straight into the paint and scored two points with a reverse layup.

Qin Yufan grabbed the rebound and passed it to Jiang Cheng on the outside. Jiang Cheng then passed the ball to Pei Zhi on the outside while moving his body towards the inside.

With the opponent's attention focused on Pei Zhi, who had the ball, Pei Zhi made a quick pass, which was then passed to Jiang Cheng, who was in the paint at that moment.

Before the opposing team could form a defense, Jiang Cheng jumped and shot, scoring two points in one swift motion.

This passing and movement was absolutely perfect, and even the commentator couldn't help but shout, "Great shot!"

This shot ignited the crowd, and the stadium erupted in cheers.

Pei Xi couldn't help but applaud from below the stage; the set of movements was truly fluid.

It's simply a visual treat.

It was clear to the naked eye that Pei Zhi's team's coordination was even smoother than in the first half.

But Pei Xi grasped his hand, feeling a little nervous.

The stronger the momentum, the less we should let our guard down.

She had a premonition that the other side would never allow them to continue like this.

Sure enough, in the next round, when Tong Kai jumped up to defend against one of the opponents, he landed directly on the opponent's foot, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.

"Whoosh—", the referee blew his whistle, and the field froze instantly. Pei Zhi quickly went to check on Tong Kai's injury.

Tong Kai moved his ankle, and fortunately, there was nothing seriously wrong.

Pei Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, then patted Tong Kai on the shoulder reassuringly.

He stood up and looked at Pan Qing and the others beside him. They had gloating smiles on their faces, which were obviously intentional.

He knew these people would resort to desperate measures.

Sure enough, they started to lose their patience.

Pei Zhi gave a disdainful smile, his eyes filled with mockery.

"Let's play our own game well," Pei Zhi said in a low voice.

The people at No. 5 Middle School are dirty-minded, but he will never be like them.

If he's going to win, he wants to win for real.

The goal is to ensure that those students from No. 5 Middle School can never hold their heads up in front of me again, and to let them know that no matter what they do, they are the losers.

Complete losers.