No one had high hopes for Class 3-1 in this basketball game.
"Xiao Luo, you're the physical education teacher for Class 1, right? Honestly, it's already quite an achievement for Class 1 to reach the finals. I hope you can maintain your composure and don't collapse now," a balding middle-aged man said with a smile to Luo Shan.
This middle-aged man was the coach of the school team and also the physical education teacher for Class 2. His name was Luo Wang. Although they shared the same surname, their relationship was far from good.
Luo Shan smiled and replied, "I'm not worried. You should worry about your students instead." He knew that Class 1 had a monster like Wang Yue. The more they boasted now, the harder they would be slapped in the face later.
"Hahaha, what a joke," Luo Wang chuckled. "If your Class 1 wins this, I'll stand on my head and defecate."
"Teacher Luo, don't speak too soon, or you'll have no way to back down," Luo Shan said.
"Hahaha, then I'll see how your so-called Class 1 makes me unable to back down," Luo Wang laughed. "If the kids I teach can't even beat your Class 1, I'll retire on the spot."
Luo Shan smiled without saying anything. *Go on, boast all you want. You'll be eating your words soon.*
Meanwhile, in the storage room. Wang Yue and the others were changing clothes and discussing tactics.
Lu Yang said, "Wang Yue, why don't you start this game? Those brutes from Class 2 are really strong. I'm afraid we won't be able to hold them off."
Wang Yue thought for a moment and said, "I'm fine with whatever."
At this, Hu Qianhao immediately chimed in, "Brother Yang, why don't I start in the first half? If things aren't going well, then bring Brother Yue in." Hu Qianhao had been practicing basketball diligently precisely to impress An Ran. If Wang Yue started, he wouldn't have a chance to show off.
Wang Yue naturally understood Hu Qianhao's thoughts, so he smiled and said, "That works too. If it's really necessary, I'll go on."
Since the main person had agreed, Lu Yang had no choice but to comply. After all, they had confidence in Wang Yue's abilities. As long as they weren't too far behind, they were sure they could catch up.
Lu Yang then continued, "If Wang Yue isn't starting, I'll briefly lay out our strategy. The captain of Class 2 is Cheng Xiong. He's taller and stronger than me. If he gets the ball, we won't be able to defend him without two or three people. So, try to prevent him from getting the ball. There are two other players to watch out for: number 17, Gao Xueyou, and number 9, Lin Junjie. These two play aggressively and have good skills. Xie Te and Lu Weiting will defend them respectively. Our main offense will be by me and Xie Te. However, the game situation can change rapidly, so we'll have to adapt. In short, without Wang Yue playing, we are at a disadvantage. But we still need to play with our own style and not be looked down upon. We can't let everyone think only Wang Yue is good in our class; we're all tough guys!"
Under Lu Yang's impassioned speech, the team's fighting spirit was ignited. Yes, they had Wang Yue as a safety net, but pride wasn't given; it was earned.
After everyone had changed, they marched towards the basketball court with high spirits. Upon seeing the sea of people, Hu Qianhao trembled with excitement. "I've never performed in front of so many people in my life."
"Don't get too excited, everyone. We'll have even more cheering for us if we win first place later."
"Hahaha, if we can take first place this time, we'll be famous in the school from now on."
"I just hope some pretty little sisters will bring me water after the game."
"Don't be so perverted; we need to be cool."
As they got closer to the crowd, more and more people noticed Wang Yue and his teammates. Immediately, discussions broke out.
"Are these the guys from Class 3-1? You know, they're quite good-looking."
"Number 23 is so damn handsome. If I looked like him, I wouldn't have any worries!"
"You can't look like number 23; you can only look like that guy with the slicked-back hair, number 10."
"By the way, number 23 looks a bit familiar?"
"Familiar? He was the first place winner in the calligraphy competition last time!"
"Holy cow! So it's the calligraphy god! I thought I recognized him. Why is a god not writing calligraphy and playing basketball instead?"
"You don't understand; a man's ultimate romance is singing, dancing, rap, and basketball."
...
Wang Yue had excellent hearing and overheard many people discussing him, mostly about his looks. He had to admit, that feeling was pretty great, boosting his vanity. Meanwhile, Hu Qianhao was desperately searching the crowd for the silhouette of the person he cared about. *An Ran, where are you? Look at me, I'm so handsome.* Hu Qianhao chanted silently in his heart.
After passing through the crowd, they arrived at the basketball court. The edges were already packed with people.
"Hey, why are you pushing me? Can you all move back a bit?" From within the crowd, a girl's scream was occasionally heard. These were usually some boys with ulterior motives, taking advantage of the crowd to push their admired girls. After all, when else would they have a chance to get so close to their goddess? Yang Yongkang, Zhang Tao, Zhang Xiang, and Chen Ke were masters of this art. They were actively searching for targets and deliberately pushing someone towards them.
"Who's next?" Zhang Xiang said with a sly grin. He had just managed to push himself next to a pretty girl. The four of them took turns, and when they spotted a target, three of them would crowd together, deliberately pushing one of them next to the girl.
Yang Yongkang pushed up his glasses and said mischievously, "It's my turn, it's my turn."
"Let's go, who's your target?" Chen Ke egged him on.
Yang Yongkang immediately pointed to a short-haired girl in the crowd. "Her!" From the side, this short-haired girl was undeniably beautiful. The other three also recognized her.
"Yo, Brother Kang has good taste. Isn't that Li Tai Mei from Class 3?"
"She's the class beauty from Class 3. Won't we get beaten up if we push ourselves onto her like this?"
"What are we afraid of!" Zhang Xiang declared confidently. "Let's go, everyone help Brother Kang out."
"Push Li Tai Mei!"
...
The scene of people pushing and shoving unfolded within the crowd. On the basketball court, the teams from the two classes had already taken their positions. Cheng Xiong, wearing jersey number 1, displayed his muscular physique, a testament to his frequent training.
"Lu Yang, besides you and Xie Te, are the others on your team capable of resisting?" Cheng Xiong asked with a cocked mouth. The curve of his lips was striking. If Wang Yue saw it, he would surely exclaim, "Crooked-Mouth War God!"
"Hey, don't underestimate us," Hu Qianhao immediately said. "Don't cry later when I beat you."
"Hahaha, you?" Cheng Xiong seemed to hear the greatest joke. His teammates also burst into laughter. This kid with the slicked-back hair was truly overestimating himself.