He shouted with all his might, "Brother, come on! Beat them all! Brother is the best! The most invincible one in the universe!!!"
The sound was clear, loud and penetrating, attracting the attention of those around.
Ye Qingliu paused in his stretching and turned his head helplessly. Seeing his sister's excitedly flushed face and surprisingly bright eyes, the remaining coldness in his eyes completely dissipated, turning into a rare, indulgent tenderness.
He didn't say anything, but just raised his hand and waved it slightly in the direction of Hua Jinyue.
Just this one action made Hua Jinyue jump for joy in an instant: "Ahhh! Brother, look at me! Brother is waving to me!"
She looked around proudly, her eyes full of boasting of "Look, this is my brother, isn't he awesome?"
Ye Fanshuang looked at this scene, his brows furrowed even tighter, and a trace of annoyance passed across his cold face.
Hua Jinyue, this tactless brother-con, always easily breaks the "exclusive territory" she tries to create.
"Tsk, Shura Field." Su Xiao watched with great interest.
Ning Xiwan's gaze passed over the clamor and settled on an inconspicuous corner of the opposite stands. Ning Yunmeng, wearing a large mask and sunglasses that almost completely obscured her face, was huddled close to a boy wearing the No. 2 Middle School team jacket, whispering something.
That boy is a backup guard on the No. 2 Middle School team. Ning Yunmeng pointed obscurely toward the field as she spoke, and shoved another roll of something into the boy's hands.
Ning Xiwan's eyes instantly turned as cold as ice.
"beep--!"
A sharp whistle ripped through the noise, and the battle began!
Jump ball! With his amazing jumping ability and foresight, Ye Qingliu stretched out his long arm and accurately flicked the ball towards his own defender!
First Middle School's offensive momentum was unstoppable. After several passes, the ball flowed smoothly into the hands of Ye Qingliu, who was just outside the three-point line at a 45-degree angle on the left. Defending him was Zhao Lei, the core player of Second Middle School and renowned for his fierce defense!
Zhao Lei lowered his center of gravity, opened his arms, and stood in front of Ye Qingliu like a moving wall, spewing trash talk: "Little white face, I heard you have a good brain? The court relies on muscles! Be careful or you will be smashed to pieces!"
Ye Qingliu's eyes were calm and peaceful.
He didn't make any fancy moves, just an extremely simple and quick change of direction, with a slight shake of his shoulder! Zhao Lei only felt his eyes blurred, and his center of gravity was shifted half a step by that slight shake!
It’s this half-step gap!
Ye Qingliu shot past Zhao Lei like an arrow from a bow! His move was so clean and sharp that it sent a gust of cold wind through him! Zhao Lei turned around in panic, chasing him, but Ye Qingliu had already stepped inside the free throw line!
"Assist in defense!" Zhao Lei roared!
The burly power forward from No. 2 Middle School immediately abandoned his defender and rushed forward fiercely to provide backup defense! Like a small mountain, he intended to use his body to knock Ye Qingliu directly away!
Facing the aggressive defense, Ye Qingliu's speed increased instead of slowing down! Just as the two were about to collide, his right wrist twitched subtly while dribbling.
The basketball seemed to be given life. It hit the ground very quickly and passed accurately in front of the oncoming power forward!
At the same time, Ye Qingliu, like a swift, stuck to the opponent's sturdy body and made an extreme turn! The ball passed through the opponent! Flowing like clouds and water!
Pass through the crotch!
"Wow!!" The whole audience instantly erupted in exclamations and cheers! The sound waves almost blew the roof off!
Ye Qingliu passed the two men, and the view before him opened up! He collected the ball, stepped forward, and soared into the air! His figure stretched in the air like a bow! He raised the basketball high in one hand and slammed it down towards the empty basket!
"Bang!!!"
A powerful tomahawk dunk! The basket groaned in pain and trembled violently!
The whole stadium was boiling!
“Ye Qingliu! Ye Qingliu! Ye Qingliu!” the shouts were like thunderous waves!
Ye Qingliu landed on the ground, expressionless, and simply flicked his wrist. His gray-blue eyes swept across Zhao Lei, whose face was grim on the sidelines. His expression was calm, yet more lethal than any taunt.
"Brother——!!! Ahhhh! So handsome!!!" Hua Jinyue was so excited that her twin ponytails flew up.
Bai Zhiye couldn't help but stand up and applaud loudly, with a blush of pride on her face.
Ye Fanshuang still hugged his arms, but the corners of his tightly pursed lips loosened slightly, and a trace of indescribable admiration and... a deeper obsession flashed across the depths of his eyes.
"Fuck! My son's opening was explosive!" Ning Xiwan grabbed Su Xiao's arm, her almond eyes full of excitement.
Amidst the deafening cheers, Duan Shuce, like a slippery fish, quietly squeezed into the empty seat next to Ning Xiwan.
He still had the chill of the outdoors on him, a mischievous smile on his lips, a folder and pen in his hands in a serious manner, and a professional SLR camera hanging around his neck.
"Hey, classmate Ning, what a coincidence?" He sat down casually.
Ning Xiwan was startled: "Duan Shuce? How did you get in? Don't you have classes at school?"
"How can you call it slipping away?" Duan Shuce said righteously, shaking the folder in his hand and the camera on his chest.
"Our student union's sports department, graciously invited by No. 1 Middle School, has come here for friendly exchange and learning, and to provide professional video recording and tactical analysis for this final! Look, their work ID!"
He took out a wrinkled piece of paper with a blurry red stamp on it and shook it.
Ning Xiwan: "..." I'd never trust you!
Duan Shuce leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, and lowered his voice with a sour tone, "If I don't come soon, my Wanwan will have her eyes glued to some 'high-ranking flower' and won't be able to pull them away! Is my son's basketball playing style that good?"
Ning Xiwan's ears burned, and she pushed him away: "Get lost! It's only natural for me to watch my son play basketball!"
Duan Shuce snorted twice and looked towards the field. Just as he saw Ye Qingliu returning to defense, his gaze seemed to inadvertently sweep across their direction and lingered on Ning Xiwan for half a second.
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