A brilliant basketball journey, a dazzling spectacle.

Chapter 104

She looked at Lin Feng.

He stood on the field, bent over, panting. Sweat streamed down his forehead and dripped onto the concrete.

But his gaze remained unchanged.

It remains the same—steady and calm.

Zhao Lei scored again.

"Nine to zero."

"Ten to zero."

The stands fell completely silent.

Zhang Wei held the whistle, looking at Zhao Lei, then at Lin Feng.

"Ten to zero, Zhao Lei's match point."

Zhao Lei stood outside the three-point line, dribbling the ball.

He looked at Lin Feng.

"Kid," he said, "you should just give up. You can't win this round."

Lin Feng didn't speak.

He bent over, his hands outstretched, his eyes fixed on the ball in Zhao Lei's hand.

Zhao Lei smiled.

He dribbled past Lin Feng—Lin Feng kept up. Zhao Lei stopped abruptly, feinted—Lin Feng didn't jump. Zhao Lei had no choice but to shoot.

The ball is released.

Lin Feng jumped up, stretching his hand as high as he could.

The fingertip touched the ball.

The ball went astray and bounced off the rim.

Lin Feng landed and grabbed the rebound.

Possession changes. Ten to one.

Someone in the stands exclaimed "Huh?"

He sat up straight in his gray cotton-padded jacket.

"This kid," he said, "still won't give up."

Lin Feng dribbled the ball to the three-point line.

Zhao Lei stood in front of him.

"Ten to one," Zhao Lei said, "you can't catch up."

Lin Feng didn't speak.

He dribbled forward—not towards the basket, but towards the corner. Zhao Lei chased after him, Lin Feng stopped abruptly, faked a shot—Zhao Lei jumped.

Lin Feng leaned against Zhao Lei while shooting a basket.

The whistle blew.

"Defensive foul. Two free throws."

Zhao Lei landed and looked at Lin Feng.

He smiled.

"You learn very quickly."

Lin Feng stood at the free-throw line and took a deep breath.

The first free throw went in. Ten to two.

The second free throw went in. Ten to three.

He picked up the ball and served.

He dribbled to the three-point line, and Zhao Lei closed in.

Lin Feng didn't hesitate this time—he pulled up for a three-pointer.

The ball is released.

The curve is high.

Swish.

Hollow.

"Ten to four."

Some people in the stands applauded.

The man in the gray cotton-padded jacket's eyes lit up.

"This kid's got guts."

Zhao Lei's expression changed.

He serves, attacks—goal! 11 to 4.

"Zhao Lei wins the second game. The overall score is now 1-1."

Zhang Wei blew the whistle.

Zhao Lei walked off the field and sat down on the sidelines to drink water.

He glanced at Lin Feng.

The kid stood on the field, bent over, hands on his knees, panting heavily. Sweat dripped from his chin, staining the cement floor with dark dots.

But he was smiling.

Zhao Lei was stunned for a moment.

Is he laughing?

He was laughing after losing a game?

Zhao Lei looked away and took a sip of water.

The third round.

Decisive game.

Chapter 30 The Decisive Game

Zhang Wei stood in the middle of the field, holding a whistle.

"In the third set, the ball toss determines who serves first."

He tossed the ball up.

Zhao Lei jumped up, flicked the ball, and sent it towards him.

"Zhao Lei serves first."

Zhao Lei received the ball and walked to the three-point line.

He glanced at Lin Feng.

The young man stood opposite him, bent over, arms outstretched. Sweat was still dripping down his back, but his gaze remained steady.

Zhao Lei dribbles the ball.

Once, twice, three times.

He accelerated his drive—Lin Feng kept up. Zhao Lei stopped abruptly, feinting—Lin Feng didn't jump. Zhao Lei turned and took a fadeaway jump shot.

Goal!

"One to zero."

Zhao Lei serves.

He scored again. Two to zero.

They scored again. Three to zero.

Four to zero.

In the stands, the man in the gray cotton-padded jacket shook his head.

"I couldn't keep up with my stamina. I played too aggressively in the first round."

Cheng Yuxin sat there, her lips pressed tightly together.

She looked at Lin Feng—he was bent over, his hands on his knees, and his panting could be heard across half the court.

But he was still on guard.

Zhao Lei scored again.

Five to zero.

Six to zero.

7 to 0.

Someone in the stands stood up and left.

"It's a foregone conclusion."

"Let's go, let's go."

Several people left, leaving seven or eight in the stands.

Cheng Yuxin didn't leave.