A Snow Biscuit
Chapter 146 Listening to a Chorus of Daddy's Voices (Thank You to Alliance Master Charming Little Ancestor)
While everyone was still waiting for the exciting basketball game to begin, Chen Yuan had already fast-forwarded.
While He Sijiao was still eating potato chips with Li Youyou, discussing whether the original or cucumber flavor had greater historical significance, Chen Yuan's side already had a score of 4:0.
Sister Jiao, stop enjoying yourself. Your husband is getting cooked by his matchup.
The opposing team's number 34, probably an Giannis Antetokounmpo fan, was a member of the school team's first squad, a complete defensive gatekeeper and offensive weapon, putting a lot of pressure on the inside.
And the outside players were actually close in skill.
Zhou Yu was only slightly inferior to that member of the school team's second squad, number 11. But this guy was a bit malicious. Both of his attacks had a playful element. Especially the second time, he didn't go for an easy layup and instead did a behind-the-back pass.
Watching further, there was still a difference in skill.
But not like last year, when they were completely unable to compete. After all, this year's Class 18 was of a higher standard.
However, Class 16 was built as a galactic battleship to challenge Class 26's hegemony, so their actual strength was probably equivalent to Class 26 with the 18 fingers pointing at them.
A huge disparity...
"It's starting!" He Sijiao, seeing the jump ball, excitedly reminded everyone, "Liu Yan is so tall, he'll definitely… hey, how can he not touch the ball when he's so tall?!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Class 16's dunk ignited the atmosphere!
Although they didn't have banners, a concentrated fan group, or a wife in the audience cursing, their strength conquered the audience.
"This, this is too terrifying!"
"Besides Chen Yuan, there's someone else who can dunk?"
"He must have been saving it, waiting to show off in the finals at the gym. Damn, that bastard is dunking open a love hotel room."
"It's our ball now. Zhou Yu is playing aggressively. His breakthrough is flexible, but he didn't create space… Nice pass! Chao-ge's mid-range shot! Hey, it didn't go in."
"This number 11 is faster than Zhou Yu, and he shook him off directly. Is he going for an easy layup? Damn, another behind-the-back pass!"
Soon, they scored another two points, just like in the future vision.
And Sister Jiao was getting anxious with her own eyes: "Zhang Chao, aren't you the class monitor? Why can't you make the shot when you're so close? Liu Yan is so tall, fight him for the rebound! Zhu Zihao, aren't you supposed to be strong? Score some points… Ugh, and you, Yang Shichen, run!"
Honestly, Sister Jiao was being annoying.
And the way she shifted blame everywhere was also cringe-worthy.
Apart from Zhou Yu, everyone else has problems, right?
But if you are Zhou Yu…
And, you know she likes Zhou Yu.
She becomes cute.
It can only be said that if they continue to play like this, the whole class will know who Sister Jiao has a crush on.
"I don't really understand…" Li Youyou didn't have anyone to support, so she tentatively considered herself a class fan, but without commentary, the game was a bit confusing. So, she weakly asked, "Who's the bad guy?"
"…" This question fried Chen Yuan's brain.
Some people are just very funny. Their thinking basically stops at anti-Japanese war movies. They need a villain to understand. They watch *Pokémon* and ask who the bad guy is, watch *Romance of the Three Kingdoms* and ask who the bad guy is, and even watch the World Cup and ask who the bad guy is!
"Indeed, we had an annoying Xu Chen who could be the villain before." Zhou Fu also said with a smile, "Now that the two classes don't have any grudges, it doesn't feel as immersive."
"It's that number 11!" He Sijiao said very honestly. "He's showing off just because his class is strong. Does he think he's handsome?"
"I still think Yu-zi, who is giving it his all, is more handsome," Chen Yuan said.
"…"
"Yes, being serious about the game, about your opponents, that's what's attractive, right, Jiao-jiao?" Zhou Fu smiled righteously.
"Yeah, it is." He Sijiao bit her lip lightly, nodded, and then added a completely outrageous sentence, "The boys in our class are all pretty handsome."
Chen Yuan expressed his understanding of this and nodded in agreement: "When I graduated from junior high, I was the same way. I smiled and cried as I embraced the whole class for that one person."
He Sijiao, hearing Chen Yuan's implication, blushed on the spot, but didn't dare to show it and could only gulp down water.
"Chen Yuan, why is your speech so rhythmic?" Li Youyou was amused.
"And, who are you embracing for?" Zhou Fu leaned over mischievously, deliberately fishing, and then acting as a mind reader.
Sigh, when will this true sight ward be removed?
"Don't argue, don't argue, watch the game. This play is crucial."
In reality, it wasn't that crucial. Chen Yuan, who had fast-forwarded, had already seen the point difference getting bigger and bigger.
The classes with t0 level strength in the whole school were Class 26 and Class 15, which had Chen Yuan.
t0.5 was Class 16.
There was one t1 class, which was taken care of by Class 16 in that half of the bracket. It was a liberal arts sports student class that also had school team members.
The rest of them, like Class 18, had a fairly high level of basketball, but didn't have a single sports student, purely a net cafe team at the t1.5 or even t2 level of ordinary strong teams.
Saying it was a final level match was actually between the top four and top eight.
Therefore, after the second quarter, the score was widened as a matter of course.
45:29.
"They're widening the gap by seven or eight points every quarter… There's no way to win."
"It feels like a complete crush. It doesn't have the thrilling feeling of last year's final, the excitement of not being able to guess the ending until the very end."
"Yeah, if Class 26 had advanced, it would definitely have been a great game."
"Wait, Class 26 didn't even make it to the top 16. How are they being hyped up?"
"Although they didn't make it to the top 16, their level is definitely top 16. They only lost to Chen Yuan by one point, so let's just say he made them 17th!"
"…I don't dare to speak. There's a ghost sitting next to me."
"But why isn't Chen Yuan playing? Isn't he from Class 18? Now that it's the final, transfer his class registration back."
"Wasn't he trying to show off in front of the girls in Class 15, chasing Cheng Haiying, so he betrayed his class?"
"Let Chen Yuan play! Chen Yuan!"
Because a guy suddenly shouted, other people who didn't want to watch a crushing game also started shouting this name. It was to put pressure on the school to make the game look good.
Today's entertainment value was completely incomparable to that shocking, classic, satisfying, and unforgettable moment in the playground, when all the students were gathered in the corridor.
"Do you guys think it won't be a crushing game if Chen Yuan plays?" Li Yuanchen sighed.
The 47 next to him didn't understand and asked, "Is Class 16 that strong?"
"What are you talking about, you idiot 47." Li Yuanchen was amused and said, "Class 16 has to get lucky to have a chance to beat our Class 26. Chen Yuan almost single-handedly beat us up. Now let him lead this kind of lineup, are the few points that Class 16 is leading enough?"
"What did you say just now?"
"Huh? I said Chen Yuan playing would be a crush…" Li Yuanchen didn't understand why 47 was suddenly getting serious.
With his hands on his hips, he pointed at himself, although he was looking up, he looked down and said, "Me, Class 15. You, Class 26. You're calling me an idiot?"
"Pfft ha ha ha—" This caused the students sitting behind Li Yuanchen to burst into laughter on the spot, unable to hold it back, even though they were also from Class 26.
But why is it so funny to listen to Little 47 talk?
47 was also quite proud, feeling that he had won.
"True," Li Yuanchen nodded and said nonchalantly, "But I'm not inferior either. I'm going to be a sports student. When the time comes, I'll get two hundred points less on the exam and still go to the same school as you. Annoyed?"
"Hey! You you you—"
At the same time, Tang Siwen, after hearing the call for Chen Yuan, stopped drinking cola and said to Cheng Haiying with a slightly boastful tone, "Do you want to know if Chen Yuan wants to play? I can send him a message and ask."
Tang Siwen was very cute, quite simple.
Cheng Haiying looked at her, smiled shallowly, and said, "Before, you told me that you and Chen Yuan had a good relationship, and didn't mention anyone else. Why?"
"He…" Tang Siwen thought for a while and said, "He's very good."
"Very good… Yes, very good." Cheng Haiying didn't know what to say.
Because the topic couldn't continue.
But, it didn't matter if the topic didn't continue.
Looking at Tang Siwen, whose appearance was impeccable, beautiful to the point of being a work of art, she gradually felt some unease.
Cheng Haiying tentatively opened her mouth: "May I ask, do you like me?"
Tang Siwen looked at Cheng Haiying and said directly, "I like you."
Cheng Haiying was also very good.
After she took the initiative to become friends with her, she also talked about some other things, such as her parents' divorce, a topic Tang Siwen was a little reluctant to touch. Then, she was very good at comforting people, chatting with her for a long, long time, and finally even saying heartwarming words like 'I'll always be with you'."
Very good, this answer was very direct.
Obviously a straight girl, as solid as steel.
And since she was a straight girl, she should be very insensitive…
So, Cheng Haiying said, "Siwen, after school on Friday, shall we go out for a stroll?"
"Okay."
"And, I want to bring a friend…" Cheng Haiying tentatively asked, "A female friend, is that okay?"
Tang Siwen was a little confused this time. It was like she was introducing herself to the other person, this tone…
But I can't handle too many friends, and I still have to do my papers.
I should refuse.
But she wasn't very good at refusing.
So, looking at Cheng Haiying, she said with difficulty, "Okay."
"It's about to start." Cheng Haiying saw that the atmosphere was delicate, and then pointed to the field and said, "Chen Yuan is going to play too?"
Hearing Chen Yuan, Tang Siwen's interest was piqued, and she sat up straight, looking over.
She was very cute.
But I… am a little bad.
………
"Eh? Chen Yuan is going to play?"
"No, I don't want this to happen!"
"No, no, no, I watched the video. He's not human at all. This isn't fair, right? Apply for arbitration and check if this kid has dual class registration!"
Although the members of Class 16 also wanted to challenge the strong, they had missed out on the championship last year. This year, they had fought their way through and even eliminated the third strongest team in terms of hard power. Now, no matter what, they wanted to win the championship.
However, the number 11, who had the most erratic playing style, didn't think so: "Can he beat us all by himself?"
"What do you think? How did Class 26 die?"
"That's because Xu Chen was terrible and didn't play the strongest lineup the whole time. Besides, we still have the lead."
"Don't mess around, hey, don't go picking a fight… Don't actually get Chen Yuan to come on."
"I'm just going to scout out the situation, don't panic."
Just like that, number 11 walked over to Class 18's side. Then, he saw those people looking at him as if he was a savior, their eyes full of anticipation for Chen Yuan's arrival.
"Save us, don't forget your roots!" Liu Yan said excitedly.
"How can I save you? Aren't I a class traitor?"
Standing on the sidelines, Chen Yuan sighed helplessly.
Then, like the rice paddies smelling of a good harvest, listening to a chorus of "Dads," this group of people couldn't wait to surround him and put the jersey directly on Chen Yuan.
"This is tricky." Zhang Chao, as the class monitor, was quite conflicted. "Doing this will make the audience happy, and the school doesn't have a problem with it. But each class is limited to eight people. It's only natural that Class 16 doesn't agree…"
"I agree."
Just then, a male voice suddenly came.
Everyone turned around together and saw Class 16's number 11.
A 178cm tall point guard with a very elegant playing style.
Although his strength was much worse than Li Yuanchen, his entertainment value was very strong, commonly known as: wild.
Seeing that everyone was stunned, the boy smiled and said, "It's okay, we don't mind. It's okay if he plays."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
He really finished acting out the scene.
"But, can he represent Class 16's opinion?" Zhang Chao didn't quite understand, because he didn't know the other person's position.
It would be fine if everyone agreed, but if it was just him talking nonsense…
"So, is he playing?" At this time, the referee also walked up to Chen Yuan and asked.
The whole audience was shouting Chen Yuan's name, and he wasn't sure either. It seemed like if he didn't satisfy everyone, he would be the one who spoiled the fun.
"The game has started, everyone play first."
Chen Yuan clapped his hands, encouraging them like this.
"Play first, play first, don't give up, you can still turn it around!"
Zhou Yu also clapped his hands, and then everyone returned to the field.
At this time, Chu Heng walked over and handed Chen Yuan a jersey, saying, "I couldn't find the Rockets jersey, but it's number 5. I saw you wearing number 5 before. Are you a Kevin Garnett fan?"
"No, Aomine Daiki."
"Huh?"
"Besides, this jersey is too dazzling to wear. I'd be marked as a privileged insider."
"Then have your substitute classmate take one off…"
"No need, playing against Class 16 is no big deal. Do I need to play?"
After Chen Yuan finished bragging, he turned around and left, leaving Chu Heng confused.
Wait, what are you trusting in!!!
Then, Chen Yuan went to Old Mo, who was seriously directing. Seeing this, Old Mo said sternly, "Is your foot injury healed?"
Before he could finish speaking, the tactical board that he had placed on the chair was picked up by Chen Yuan.
Including the pen.
Was he going to draw tactics?
Old Mo curiously leaned over, and then watched him on the paper…
Draw a Doraemon.
Huh?
"Okay, the game starts."
After the whistle blew for the third quarter, Chen Yuan refocused his attention on the field.
He had already seen this scene three minutes ago.
Therefore, I have already understood all the movement trajectories of the ball!
When that Class 16 number 11 player was holding the ball, preparing to break through Zhou Yu, Chen Yuan loudly reminded him: "Zhou Yu, retract your legs, pay attention to protecting Little Zhou Yu!"
Outside the court, a Jian Ren's (b*tch) voice came.
Saying very Jian words.
But Zhou Yu, subconsciously listened.
Suddenly, he closed the gap between his legs to protect Little Zhou Yu's glory.
"?!"
The number 11 player wanted to play a fancy move, a nutmeg. But, after the ball was released, this guy directly retracted his legs, and the nutmeg was gone.
Then the ball hit the other party's leg like that, losing possession of the ball.
Then, in an instant, it was taken down by Zhou Yu, like the wind, leaving him in confusion on the spot…
When he reacted, the scene had already erupted in cheers.
This guy, scored in front of him!
But, he wasn't paying attention to him.
Just now, did Chen Yuan's voice come from outside the court?
How did he know I was going to do a nutmeg?
Even I had just thought of it, improvising…
After being stunned for a while, number 11 prepared to serve. And as he passed Chen Yuan, the other party raised his head slightly, revealing a faint smile: "To play against you, I don't need to play."