Chapter 33: The Stadium Shock

  It is undeniable that although Mao Xiatong did not have the courage to confront the evil forces in the school at that time, he was very calm on the basketball court. Su Can was not proficient in basketball and could only grab the ball and shoot randomly during his student days. At that time, Su Can didn't think it was a big deal that he wasn't good at basketball. However, looking back later, he thought that if he had started playing basketball earlier and trained intensively, he would have grown taller than 1.74 meters in the future.

  Now Su Can naturally inherits the ignorance of later generations about basketball, and it's estimated that even simple actions like dribbling or passing might be difficult for him to do without making mistakes, but this doesn't prevent him from objectively analyzing the entire game.

  Yue Zijiang focuses more on personal performance in the game, and even his teammates can see a lot of resentment in their hearts. In the final match, someone couldn't help but vent their frustrations at him. However, amidst the cheers of the girls, Yue Zijiang didn't mind at all. His skills may seem flawless to high school students at this stage, but in the eyes of Su Can, who has seen more and knows more, there are many limitations and flaws that he deliberately reveals to show off.

  In comparison, Mao Xiaotian's playing style is much more stable, each has its own strengths and weaknesses, it's really impossible to strictly distinguish between high and low. However, the current Mao Xiaotian may be influenced by the Wang Haoran incident, leaving a shadow in the current stage, also having some fear of Yue Zijiang's Wang Haoran system, so his strength is hindered, greatly discounted.

  Seeing the astonishment in Mao Xiao's eyes, Su Can naturally couldn't analyze it for him like that. "His personal heroism is too strong, doesn't he know this isn't a one-man show? Basketball isn't a one-man game, I'm also a bit interested, if I join your basketball team, will you give me some guidance and open up some small gaps?"

  Maohou didn't expect that Su Can, who had always been indifferent to him, not only didn't reject him but instead humbled himself and asked for his advice on basketball, clearly wanting his help. For a moment, he felt honored and surprised.

  Nodding her head, Mao Xiao felt much better than before when she was anxious about finding Su Can.

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  The mid-term exam is approaching, and although the atmosphere in our grade isn't as tense as it's made out to be, you can still tell that there are fewer people standing in the corridors after class to catch their breath. The boys and girls who usually like to hang out together will inevitably start discussing the top students in our class and grade.

  This is a very good trend in the city's No. 1 Middle School, although material comparison has fostered an unhealthy atmosphere and led to students' precocity, but academic competition has also developed vigorously.

  Even Xue Yi Yang felt some pressure and started to tackle the relevant questions assigned by the teacher, occasionally also feeling amazed at Su Can's learning ability.

  In a school with numerous talented students, even if I were to be reborn, if I intentionally keep a low profile, I would still be overwhelmed by the surging crowds. If I don't go all out, my fate will not change either and I'll remain mediocre.

  So he began to move towards a higher level, from re-learning basketball to not being afraid to show that he could do some mid-to-high-level questions, all of which gradually made Su Canhuo shine.

  He is adjusting his trajectory and state, starting a sprint chase of Tang Yu's life.

  The passage of time may not seem like much to these students around him who are eager to grow up and leave high school, but for Soo-chan, every day that passes is heart-wrenching, and in this long and dull career, his mind has become anxious.

  Looking back on those movies from later generations, who was reborn and didn't make a big splash in their career, while I'm still stuck in this high school that's as dull as a cloudy day. There's no VIP card with hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars in my pocket, nor is there a stunning sports car that turns heads when I go out. And I don't have my own business empire or a powerful political network that can crush people and cities.

  It's like a person facing a lottery ticket worth 300 million, with huge material gains in front of them, but the draw date has not yet arrived, and apart from a piece of paper representing the win, everything else is empty.

  This huge sense of emptiness was almost suffocating him.

  When the third basketball hit him in the face, Su Can covered his sore nose and two swollen fingers on his right hand, which were bruised by the hard leather ball. Only then did he feel that despite the intense pursuit of knowledge, under this realistic life of sweating profusely, he was still fulfilled.

  Several people gathered around him immediately, "Are you okay?"

  Su Can waved his hand, and everyone saw that Su Can was fine. As they dispersed, however, they all suddenly stopped in their tracks again.

  On the bleachers next to this outdoor court, a girl was sitting calmly, wearing a black hoodie on top and tight-fitting casual pants that accentuated her two long legs, with a duck-billed cap on her head, her hair hanging down like a ponytail from the back of her hat, her bright eyes piercing through the autumn fog, occasionally glancing over at them.

  It seemed like he had just arrived a moment ago, but seeing Soo Chan practicing his clumsy steps, he couldn't help but let out a light laugh.

  At that time, several men in their hearts felt that Su Can's performance was not worth it. It's rare for a girl as beautiful as her to be an audience member, but who knew that Su Can's maiden show was actually so bad that it was embarrassing. Ma Xiaoshi wouldn't laugh at him lightly, but a basketball knight always pretending to be Don Quixote in front of a beauty is just too awkward.

  It's actually Lin Luoran!

  Su Can still remembered the woman's arrogance, but fortunately he didn't have any intention of getting to know her further, so despite being a bit annoyed at his own basketball skills being a natural talent, Su Can could still learn to ignore the girl's subtle mocking smile.

  Who knows that you don't look for trouble, doesn't mean trouble won't come looking for you. Lin Luoran stood up from the audience seat, stepped down step by step, her slender waist, high chest, and the curves of her body as she walked, somehow giving the hot-blooded boys on the scene a thrilling feeling.

  "Is this your level?" Lin Xuan Yan seemed to be smiling but not quite, however the boys on site didn't like it, that was just Su Can's level, don't lump them together.

  Everyone looked at Lin Huoran with some surprise on their faces.

  Crack! Lin Huoran's slender hand swung out, and it was almost impossible to see how she moved. The ball held by the tall man who played center for the basketball team flew straight out without warning.

  A gentle breeze caressed her face, and Lin's slender figure suddenly sprang into action like a nimble rabbit. Her lithe body appeared in mid-air as the ball fell, her delicate hands grasping the ball with precision. As she landed, her ponytail danced behind her, and with a whirl of her arm, the ball seemed to fly through the air. With her shoulders slightly lowered, she swiftly navigated the S-shaped path between the people, leaving Ma Xiao Shi and others stunned in her wake.

  All I could hear was the sound of basketball bouncing on the ground with a strong rhythmic beat, like the extraordinary street basketball skills seen in later generations of Su Xuan.

  Lin Huoran single-handedly held the ball, her waist slanted and her feet arched in mid-air, making her movements even more elegant and powerful. Moreover, due to her extremely flexible body, under her jersey, a flash of white jade-like waist muscles was revealed, leaving no doubt.

  On a slightly foggy autumn day, in front of the three-meter-high basketball board, Lin Huoran was suspended in mid-air with such a pleasant and elegant posture, blocking the sunlight that should have been reflected in everyone's eyes, drawing a magnificent stroke.

  Then he fell to one knee and half-knelt on the ground, as the basketball arced into the hoop with a "swish!" sound that echoed from then on.

  Su Can stared blankly at the rich girl in front of him, his mouth agape like a carp's expression was roughly the same as that of the people waiting beside him.

  The duck tongue hat that had already been blown off rolled to the ground, Lin He's hair tie came loose, and her long hair scattered.

  Turning around, Lin Huoran's mouth with a hint of a smile slightly curled up, "Wanting to learn how to play ball and chase girls... you probably found the wrong master."

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  My mind is a bit dizzy, I don't know what title to use to accurately address the great god of beacons who gave Auberg a recommendation. Look, life is always full of such surprises, and with ease, Auberg was deceived into becoming a believer.

  I've thought about how to thank the great Fire God, but Brother Chen Erdou doesn't need some small-time Ao Bao making a fuss on his behalf. I think it's better to just focus on writing books and engaging in intellectual battles with the great Fire God - that way we can be comrades-in-arms! What an honor!