"All right."
Tang Keke had no other choice.
"Coco, do you agree with what he said?"
Zhao Wu looked at Tang Keke.
"Of course I agree, you can't beat him."
Tang Keke forced herself to remain calm.
"Okay, I'm glad you agree."
Zhao Wu became excited.
When it comes to basketball, he has never been inferior to anyone.
Immediately, Zhao Wu and Ye Qiu discussed how to compete.
"How about we have a one-on-one match? Whoever scores three goals first wins. Remember, it's not two goals, it has to be three. What do you think?" Ye Qiu asked with a smile.
"Sure, you can make the rules however you want, shall we start?"
"Okay." Ye Qiu had no objections.
"Okay, then come with me. We can do it right here."
Zhao Wu was eager to get started.
Those around him all wore sneers and continued to mock him.
"This kid is really asking for trouble, daring to compete with Brother Wu in basketball."
"Tsk tsk, he'll definitely be tortured to the point of being nothing but ashes in a moment."
"I bet he'll be shut out, haha, Wu Ge can shut him down with three dunks."
"That's for sure. Does he even deserve to compete with Brother Wu in basketball? He's completely overestimating himself, haha."
None of the students around him thought Ye Qiu could win.
Even Tang Keke didn't pay any attention to Ye Qiu when it came to basketball.
After all, Zhao Wu is a player whose skills are comparable to those of NBA bigwigs.
Regardless of the circumstances, a contest is now inevitable. Neither Zhao Wu nor Ye Qiu can back down; to do so would be to admit defeat and cower.
"Go for it, Senior Zhao!"
"Good luck, senior."
As Ye Qiu and Zhao Wu entered the basketball court, cheers and encouragement rang out from all around.
But almost all of them were cheering for Zhao Wu.
Tang Keke's weak voice, as she tried her best to cheer for Ye Qiu, was drowned out by the intense cheers around her.
Bang, bang.
Zhao Wu took a basketball, dribbled it a few times, and then showed off his fancy skills, which drew even louder cheers from the surrounding crowd. He looked very cool.
But Ye Qiu didn't care at all; all he knew was that he didn't want to embarrass Tang Keke today.
Ye Qiu said calmly, "You go first, I'll defend."
"No need for you to let me win. I'll toss the ball into the air, and we'll fight for it. Whoever gets the basketball first can start immediately."
Zhao Wu sneered.
"Okay, let's get started right away, stop dawdling."
Ye Qiu urged.
He wanted to resolve this matter as soon as possible, go home, and practice his sword-drawing technique.
"Let's go, get ready, I'm going to throw the ball."
Zhao Wu gripped the basketball, took a deep breath, and then forcefully threw the basketball out of his hand.
The moment Zhao Wu threw the ball, he focused intently, shifting his position to anticipate where the basketball would land.
Ye Qiu, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, not moving an inch.
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