Chapter 159 Extra: High School IF Route (2)
The opening goal boosted the morale of the No. 1 Middle School team, while Shen Ze's face darkened for a moment after the failed interception, but he quickly regained his sunny and cheerful demeanor.
However, a fierce fighting spirit appeared in his eyes, and he stared at He Jinzhao with slightly clenched teeth.
The pace of stealing and dribbling suddenly quickened, and this time the other boys from No. 1 Middle School quickly caught up, preventing He Jinzhao from facing the entire opposing team alone.
Even with his exceptional skills, seamless teamwork is the key to victory.
After Xie Lin got the ball, he was tightly blocked by the opposing defender. He shouted loudly towards You Yang in front of him, "You Yang!"
The basketball was tossed accurately, and You Yang jumped up and caught it. Mingde's players immediately swarmed around to grab the ball.
He feigned an attack, then suddenly twisted his wrist, passing the ball to another unmarked player.
The man caught the ball with lightning speed, his feet barely touching the ground as he dashed to the basket, aimed, jumped, and shot—all in one fluid motion.
The basketball arced through the air and went in smoothly!
Another point added to No. 1 Middle School's score!
The group exchanged smiles, then burst into laughter, clapping and cheering, their morale soaring even higher.
The game continued to heat up. After Mingde Middle School players got the ball, several of them worked together to block He Jinzhao to the side.
Shen Ze's skills were indeed top-notch. His teammate passed the ball to him, and he dribbled and changed direction in one smooth motion. He raised his hand to shoot, and the basketball went into the net with a thud. His movements were so clean and efficient that there was not a trace of hesitation.
Xie Lin and the others exchanged glances, panting, and sighed inwardly.
They truly are professional-level opponents.
He Jinzhao's face remained expressionless, and the players from Mingde Middle School had figured out the trick.
As long as He Jinzhao is held back, the rest of the people are no threat.
But how could He Jinchao let them have their way?
This time, Mingde's players regained possession of the ball and tried to surround and annihilate him using the same tactic.
He Jinzhao's eyes flickered slightly, and he gave Xie Lin a wink, which Xie Lin immediately understood.
You Yang and Xie Lin worked together, one defending and the other intercepting, keeping a close eye on the player with the ball and making sure he wouldn't pass it to Shen Ze.
In a moment of desperation, the player flicked his wrist, attempting to toss the ball into the air to Shen Ze.
Just as the ball left his hand, a player from No. 1 Middle School suddenly rushed out from the side, grabbed the basketball hard with his big hand, and slammed it down with a fast and fierce motion!
The ball is back in the hands of No. 1 Middle School!
This brilliant steal sent the crowd into a frenzy once more. The player passed the ball to Xie Lin, who caught it and exclaimed with a smile, "Well done!"
Immediately afterward, Xie Lin rushed towards the basket, but Shen Ze was already guarding it.
Just as he was about to shoot, Shen Ze turned and jumped, his fingertips precisely touching the basketball, forcefully stealing it away.
Xie Lin shook his head in frustration, immediately regrouped, and focused on defense.
He Jinzhao had already shaken off the defender and saw Shen Ze preparing to shoot. He bypassed a defender like lightning and rushed to Shen Ze's side in an instant.
Shen Ze raised his hands, about to dunk, when He Jinzhao suddenly jumped up, his fingertips precisely touching the basketball, snatching it from his hands.
He held the ball with his left hand and skillfully dribbled it with his right, the ball seemingly becoming one with his palm, moving with incredible agility.
Suddenly, he sped up, switching from left hand to right, and from right hand to left, a series of fluid movements that dazzled the onlookers.
Facing the defenders closing in from both sides, He Jinzhao glanced at the distance to the basket, suddenly jumped up, stretched his body to the limit, raised his hands high, and the basketball drew a perfect parabola in the air.
All the movements seemed to slow down, and the eyes of the entire audience were fixed on the basketball flying through the air. The stadium fell silent for a moment.
"Clang!"
The basketball slammed into the hoop, a three-pointer!
After landing, He Jinzhao raised his hand to wipe his face. His left hand, adorned with a red wristband, passed through the sweat-dampened hair on his forehead and casually flicked it upwards, revealing his exquisite and superior brow bone.
Sweat dripped down his jawline, and beads of sweat on his neck slid down the lines, sliding into the collar of his sportswear. His skin, soaked in sweat, revealed a sexy, fair complexion.
His chest rose and fell slightly, his lips parted slightly, and he breathed lazily. His bangs were a little messy, but he exuded a strong masculine charm that was so captivating that it was impossible to look away.
The crowd erupted in thunderous cheers and screams, with students from No. 1 Middle School waving their cheering sticks excitedly, their shouts echoing throughout the venue.
"Ahhhh, He Jinzhao! You are my god!"
"That was awesome! That was an amazing shot!"
"First Middle School will surely win! He Jinchao is awesome!"
Song Shiyi and Si Yue clapped their hands excitedly, their palms burning hot.
Her gaze followed the young man running freely on the field, and He Jinzhao's figure stood out in the crowd.
Every sprint, every pass, every shot made her heart pound.
The boys' running figures, heavy breathing, and sweat could not stop their desire for victory and their youthful passion.
The atmosphere on the field became increasingly tense, with the two teams scoring goals back and forth, keeping the score very close and making it difficult to determine a winner for the time being.
In the second half, He Jinzhao gave more opportunities to his teammates, only taking action when the score was overtaken, and steadily pulling the score back.
Shen Ze was panting heavily, sweat streaming down his face, his sportswear was soaked through and clung tightly to his body.
He looked up at He Jinzhao across from him. The other man still had that nonchalant look on his face, but his forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat and his breathing was steady. He was not at all as disheveled as He Jinzhao.
Shen Ze gritted his teeth and had no choice but to admit it.
His opponent was indeed very strong, not inferior to him, a professional player.
The match is nearing its end, with the two teams still evenly matched. The balance of power rests entirely on the outcome of this final point.
Unfortunately, the ball ended up in Shen Ze's hands.
He was extra cautious this time, and his heart tightened as he watched Xie Lin and the others surround him menacingly to snatch the ball.
With his footing completely blocked, Shen Ze had no choice but to grit his teeth and throw the ball to his teammate.
The moment his teammate caught the ball, his fingertips trembled with nervousness. In a hasty motion, he raised his hand to shoot, but he used too much force, and the basketball slammed against the backboard and bounced straight to the ground.
Seeing this, the students from Class 1 moved as fast as the wind, passing the ball in perfect unison, and it finally landed steadily in He Jinzhao's palm.
The boy raised his hand and lightly tapped the ball on the ground a few times, then twirled it between his fingertips, making the basketball spin nimbly.
His nonchalant expression made it seem as if he were strolling leisurely in his own backyard, rather than on a tense competition field.
A smile played on his lips, unrestrained and arrogant, with the unique rebelliousness of youth.
The boys in Class One recognized that familiar smile instantly.
This guy is about to start showing off again.
Not only them, but even the girls in the audience gripped their clothes tightly with excitement, their eyes fixed on the boy.
It's here!
"Ahhh, he's here! He's here! He's coming with his ultimate move!"
"Quick, quick, record it with your phone!"
"Finally, I got to witness it live!"
The boy casually turned around, raised the ball high above his head with one hand, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the basketball sliced through the air and flew precisely toward the basket.
"Whoosh—"
A crisp sound of the wire entering the net rang out.
The basketball passed smoothly through the hoop and landed on the ground.
Perfect hit!
That clean and crisp blind shot, coupled with the boy's dashing back as he walked straight towards the rest area without even turning around after throwing the ball, was absolutely awesome!
"We won!!!"
"I've said the word 'awesome' to death!!"
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