Dormitory 302.
Zhang Yuan pushed open the dormitory door and ran into his three roommates, who had changed into basketball uniforms and were getting ready to go to the playground to practice.
"Zhang Yuan, you stink!"
"I hope I don't fall into a cesspool?!"
Xie Feng covered his nose and said sarcastically.
In the last match against Class 2 of Chinese Language and Literature, Zhang Yuan performed exceptionally well, and the girls in the class were all cheering for him wildly. Even Chu Mengyao, whom Xie Feng had been longing for, said that Zhang Yuan was so handsome!
Xie Feng felt quite depressed and a little annoyed.
He felt that Zhang Yuan had stolen his thunder!
"Yeah, you smell terrible, and there's mud on you too."
Fatty Bo covered his nose and asked curiously.
Without explanation, Zhang Yuan mysteriously rushed into the bathroom.
"Zhang Yuan, wanna go downstairs and practice?"
The bamboo pole asked.
"You guys go first, I'm going to take a shower!"
Then, Zhang Yuan slammed the bathroom door shut, and a moment later, the sound of running water came from inside. Xie Feng, Zhu Gan, and Fei Bo went to the playground to practice their ball skills.
Tomorrow is the final of the freshman basketball league of the School of Literature and Philosophy, with Class 1 of Chinese Language and Literature facing off against Class 1 of Media Studies.
Therefore, Xie Feng, Zhu Gan, and other key players and substitutes from the class went to the basketball court today for their final pre-game training.
Zhang Yuan felt refreshed after taking a shower.
In the mirror, his face was fair, his skin was rosy, his eyes were clear and bright, and his muscles had become firm and full, as if he were a different person, but at first glance, he seemed to have not changed much.
"Damn, that's handsome!"
Zhang Yuan couldn't help but say this to himself in the mirror.
His looks are now on par with Xie Feng's, and his complexion and overall appearance are even healthier and more vibrant.
After leaving the restroom, Zhang Yuan changed into a new set of clothes, looking refreshed, and went to the school playground to practice his ball skills.
Tongcheng University has several basketball courts. Zhang Yuan went to the closest one, but he didn't see Xie Feng, Fei Bo, Ma Jianhua, or anyone else.
He watched for a while by the basketball court and then chose one with fewer people.
There was no game being played on this court; five or six people were practicing shooting and layups under the basket.
After watching the games played by the School of Literature and Philosophy, Zhang Yuan felt that Da Zhuang was indeed the strongest center in the School of Literature and Philosophy besides himself. No one was stronger than Da Zhuang in terms of height, weight, or scoring ability.
However, since the first game, when Zhang Yuan crushed Da Zhuang and defeated Class 2 of the Chinese Department, Zhang Yuan has established himself as the new number one center in the College of Literature and Philosophy, and no one can shake his position.
Tomorrow's final match is against Class 1 of the Communication Department. Class monitor Ma Jianhua has already organized everyone to analyze the opposing team's lineup.
Class 1 of the Communication Department has a three-guard lineup. The main players and scorers mainly rely on their three point guards. All three point guards are very strong, even comparable to Xie Feng. However, their class does not have a decent center.
The center in Class 1 of the Communication Department is about the same height as Zhang Yuan, but his jumping ability and rebounding ability are far inferior to Zhang Yuan's.
Therefore, Zhang Yuan is not worried about any problems with his center position in tomorrow's game.
Moreover, after playing so many games, Zhang Yuan has become quite proficient at the center position and has made some progress in layups, shooting under the basket, and dribbling. However, these are only minor improvements, as he has only been playing basketball seriously for less than a month and his basic skills are still very poor.
His dribbling, shooting, and even layups are terrible!
Only rebounds and dunks are worth mentioning.
He came to practice today mainly to see what changes his body would experience after the Yaoyangguan and Dazhui acupoints were opened.
Zhang Yuan easily grabbed the rebound amidst the crowd under the basket, then dribbled to the outside, then turned back into the paint, faked out two players, leaped up, and easily sent the basketball into the hoop, completing a beautiful layup.
Throughout the entire process, his movements were skillful and natural, as if he were a basketball expert who had been playing for many years.
Then, he grabbed a few more rebounds and practiced and tried the three-step layup, dribbling, breaking through the opponent, and making a layup!
Each attempt was executed flawlessly, with movements flowing smoothly and effortlessly!
It was as if they had undergone countless training sessions.
The classmates who played basketball with him exclaimed in their hearts, "Wow, he's a pro!"
After practicing for about half an hour, Zhang Yuan stopped practicing.
After the Yaoyangguan acupoint was opened, his waist strength increased, and after the Dazhui acupoint was opened, his arm strength increased. Moreover, his ball control and dribbling abilities were also greatly improved!
However, his shooting percentage is still terrible. Apart from shooting better under the basket, his shooting percentage outside the free throw line is entirely due to luck.
Zhang Yuan grabbed another rebound, easily faked out three players, broke through for a dunk, and then left.
On the basketball court, the people who had just played with Zhang Yuan were pointing and whispering about his departing figure.
"That guy is amazing!"
"When he was there, we couldn't get a single rebound!"
"Yeah, his ball-handling and penetration skills are amazing, and he can even dunk with ease!"
"Why does that guy look so familiar?"
\"Me too.\"
"Wait, I remember now, isn't he that center from the 2021 Chinese Literature Class 1 who's really good at rebounding and blocking shots?"
"Holy crap!"
"No wonder you looked familiar!"
"So, this guy can not only play center, but his ball-handling and dribbling skills are also amazing!"
"Oh no, oh no, our class is going to lose to Chinese Class 1 tomorrow!"
"This guy's been hiding his true colors really well!"
"After so many games in the freshman league, his incredible rebounding and shot-blocking abilities have left the other classes helpless. If this guy goes all out, along with Xie Feng, what chance will the other classes have!"
On the basketball court, two freshmen from the Communication Class 1 complained to Zhang Yuan as he left.
They weren't key players on the Class 1 Communication basketball team; they were just there to play basketball and exercise this afternoon. However, they were quite interested in the college's freshman basketball tournament, especially their class's opponent tomorrow, Class 1 Chinese Language and Literature, and knew some of the details.
For example, in Chinese Class 1, there is a point guard named Xie Feng who has an exceptionally strong scoring ability, and a center named Zhang Yuan who is incredibly good at rebounding and blocking shots!
...
The following day at noon, the final of the freshman basketball league of the School of Humanities and Philosophy was held as scheduled at the School of Humanities and Philosophy basketball court.
Almost all the students from Chinese Class 1 came to cheer them on, and of course, almost all the students from Communication Class 1 also came. The students from the two classes stood on opposite sides of the field, clearly separated.
Both classes put up a red banner.
"Go, Chinese Class 1!"
Class 1 of the Communication Department will win!
The class's Youth League secretary, Chu Mengyao, used class funds to buy Red Bull and bottled water to provide support.
In addition, students from other classes in the college, as well as members of the basketball teams that were defeated by Chinese Class 1 and Communication Class 1, also came to watch the game, wanting to see which class would be the final champion in this year's freshman class basketball tournament.
Even Chen Yajing, the class assistant of Class 1, came to the scene to cheer him on.
Even before the match started, the atmosphere between the two sides was already very intense.
Chen Zhen, the top point guard of Class 1 of Communication, known as the best sharpshooter in the School of Literature and Philosophy, and also the top scorer of Class 1 of Communication, made three consecutive three-pointers from beyond the three-point line during the pre-game warm-up, all of which went in cleanly. They were not only warming up, but also showing off and demonstrating their strength, putting psychological pressure on Class 1 of Chinese Literature!
Chen Zhen's three swishing three-pointers drew cheers and exclamations from the students watching the game, especially the girls from Class 1 of the Communication Department, who screamed, "Chen Zhen! Chen Zhen!"
"Defeat Class 1 of Chinese Language and Literature and win the championship!"
In Chinese Class 1, Xie Feng was the first to speak up!
He also grabbed a basketball, ran to the three-point line, and tried to shoot, but unfortunately, he only made two of his three shots!
Slightly awkward.
The cheerleading squad of Class 1, Communication Engineering, became even more arrogant!
Ma Jianhua couldn't stand it anymore and walked over to Zhang Yuan. "Zhang Yuan, give them a dunk and deflate their arrogance!"
Zhang Yuan scratched his head: em?
Is it necessary to be so high-profile?
What are you standing there for? Go on!
We can't afford to lose our momentum first!
All right.
Zhang Yuan reluctantly picked up the basketball, glancing guiltily at the Class 1 Communication team and the mountain of classmates watching from outside the court.
To be honest, he usually trains quietly, so he felt a little shy about dunking in front of so many people.
Chen Tingting: Zhang Yuan, keep it up!
Chen Yajing: Zhang Yuan, keep it up!
Chu Mengyao also gave Zhang Yuan a victory sign.
Zhang Yuan took a deep breath to relax, then dribbled the ball with his right hand and sprinted forward.
He was probably too excited, so he started jumping from the free-throw line!
Ma Jianhua: Holy crap, how did he start jumping from the free-throw line!
Bamboo Pole: We're doomed, Zhang Yuan must be too nervous!
Fat Bo: This is so embarrassing!
The students watching exclaimed: "Holy crap, he actually jumped from the free-throw line! Don't tell me he's going to dunk!"
A student from Class 1 of the Communication Department commented: "That's too arrogant! Does he think he's Michael Jordan? A dunk from the free-throw line? He's just waiting to embarrass himself!!"
Just as everyone in Chinese Class 1 was holding their breath for Zhang Yuan, thinking he was about to make a huge blunder, Zhang Yuan suddenly leaped high into the air. The amazing power that erupted from his Yongquan acupoint propelled him like a rocket launcher, sending him soaring towards the basketball hoop several meters away!
Bang!
The rim and the entire backboard shook violently!
How could that be!
He actually dunked the basketball into the hoop?!
Holy crap!
That's insane! A dunk from the free-throw line?!
...
Zhang Yuan gently lowered his hands, which were gripping the basketball hoop, and his body landed on the ground.
At that moment, the entire basketball game erupted in chaos!
The girl's screams and the boy's shouts mingled together.
No one expected that Zhang Yuan would dunk the basketball right from the free-throw line!
Even their rivals, Class 1 of the Broadcasting Department, had to admit defeat!
Because they can't do it.
Xie Feng stood alone to one side, scratching his head, looking at Chu Mengyao who was blushing and staring intently at Zhang Yuan not far away. He muttered to himself: Damn Zhang Yuan, he stole my thunder again!
After the pre-match warm-up, the official competition began.
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