Insufficient balance

  Zhao Xinyu's smile was like that of a grey wolf watching a plump sheep walk into its own trap. In order to make Lin Dong even more unhesitatingly fall into his trap, Zhao Xinyu turned his gaze to Jiang Ling and said: "Take a look at Lin Dong, it's just a matter of moving one's lips, saying one thing but doing another."

  He is not a simple-minded basketball player, with some small schemes and tricks.

  A man being spoken to like that in public and still not getting angry or agitated is either too terrifying or too weak.

  Lin Dongping was not an impulsive person, but when someone forced him to dig his ancestors' graves, he coldly said: "Let's compete, two lines on the court, ten balls, whoever scores more wins."

  Lin Dong, although impulsive, is not a fool. He knows that competing with him in basketball would be self-inflicted suffering. His basketball skills are mediocre at best, and he only played casually during middle school. Although he watches NBA games regularly, playing is a different story altogether. He's aware that even those with excellent basketball skills may not always make 100% of their free throws when standing on the free throw line. So, he decides to compete with Zhao Xinyu in fixed-point shooting instead.

  Zhao Xinyu unexpectedly took a look at Lin Dong, thinking that this guy was impulsive and would be easy to deal with, but who knew he'd come up with such a dirty trick. His free throw is mediocre, if he were to encounter an expert, he'd definitely have some reservations, but Lin Dong is a rookie, if he's afraid, then he might as well go crash into a tofu and die.

  Zhao Xinyu said: "If it's a draw, I'll consider myself the loser."

  Jiang Ling had never seen Lin Dong play football, but he could tell from the way he moved that his technical ability was on a par with the national team: "Lin Dong, don't compare yourself to him."

  "This isn't about basketball, this is about a man's dignity."

  He turned around and came with Zhao Xinyu to the two-minute line.

  "Who goes first?" Zhao Xinyu sneered with a cold smile.

  Lin Dong doesn't bother being polite to him. Being polite to an enemy is asking for death. No need for words, just take the ball and shoot the basket.

  With a swish, it entered the net.

  Although Lin Dong's shooting posture is not good, it's a good thing that the ball goes in.

  Bad luck, bad luck. Zhao Xinyu kept saying in his heart.

  "Come on, Lin Dong!" Jiang Ling cheered him on from the side. This Zhao Xinyu was really too much. There was no reason not to stand on Lin Dong's side.

  Lin Dong smiled slightly, with nine more balls left, he had to be extremely careful in order to succeed, but the more careful he was, the worse his hand feel became.

  He lost four balls in a row, which is one out of five.

  The corners of Lin Dong's mouth twitched slightly.

  Jiang Ling's small hand pinched him, and secretly cheered him on.

  "Hmph, as expected, you're a super rookie. Go back and practice more." Zhao Xinyu verbally struck and stimulated Lin Dong.

  Lin Dong calmed down and told himself, the more you fear losing to him, the faster you will lose, be calm.

  The next five balls felt better in his hand and he made three of them, making a total of four out of ten.

  Zhao Xin Yu wants to win, then he must make more than five shots.

  Zhao Xinyu walked up to the free throw line, originally wanting to learn from Jordan's old trick of closing his eyes and shooting with a steady hand, but then thought that his inner strength was not deep enough, so he decided to shoot with his eyes open.

  Zhao Xinyu is about 1.8 meters tall, and with his sturdy build, when he stands next to Lin Dong, Lin Dong appears somewhat slender.

  "This is a free throw." Zhao Xinyu's basic skills are also solid, with a standard free throw posture, the ball goes into the net as soon as it sounds.

  Lin Dong had completely calmed down by now: "There are still nine balls left, maybe you'll be unlucky and not make a single one. You're a basketball player, if you can't even make five free throws, you'll lose face big time. A rookie beating a veteran is a common storyline."

  Lin Dong also learned to use psychological warfare.

  Zhao Xinyu's eyebrows rose, and his heart skipped a few beats. Lin Dong was right, if he lost this match, he would really have no face to stay in the basketball team.

  Zhao Xinyu knew this was Lin Dong's psychological tactic, but the more he wanted to calm himself down, the more he couldn't calm down.

  The second ball actually went off course.

  Jiang Ling called out softly, "Good."

  "Ah, I was right, you're under a lot of pressure."

  Zhao Xinyu glared at Lin Dong: "Shut up."

  Lin Dong closed his mouth, but his eyes rolled around.

  After the third ball went out, Zhao Xinyu knew it was over, he used a bit more force. Sure enough, the basketball bounced off the rim and came out.

  Zhao Xinyu's face changed color.

  His pears have really grown bigger.

  Zhao Xinyu adjusted his mentality, after all, he had a good foundation, and soon he was breathing steadily. With a whooshing sound, the ball went in.

  There are six balls left and he must get two of them in.

  Zhao Xinyu shrugged his shoulders, exhaled a breath, took out the basketball and threw it.

  The ball didn't go in.

  Resubmit.

  Still can't get in.

  Zhao Xinyu panicked and lost two balls in a row. Was this basketball playing against him?

  Zhao Xinyu didn't give up and threw again, this ball finally went in with a few bounces.

  It's now levelled, just one more goal and we'll win steadily.

  Zhao Xinyu's heart was racing, and Lin Dong, who was standing on the side, also had a rapid heartbeat. In his heart, he was shouting "Amitabha", don't come in, don't come in, if you do, I'll really hang myself to death.

  Perhaps God really heard Lin Dong's words and couldn't bear to let this scourge of humanity disturb the angels in heaven, so the basketball veered off course.

  Zhao Xinyu's forehead was sweating.

  The last ball, it's all about winning or losing with this one.

  Zhao Xinyu was forced to the edge of the cliff and jumped off.

  The basketball spinning on the rim seems to have a contradictory situation of going in and not going in.

  Come on in! Zhao Xinyu shouted in his heart, damn it, mom's, let me in.

  Lin Dong and Jiang Ling thought the same thing in their hearts: Don't go in, don't go in, give me some face.

  The basketball finally went in.

  Zhao Xinyu was like a person who had just gone through a fierce battle with the god of death, and he was about to faint.

  He gazed at Lin Dong's face, but Lin Dong's face didn't reveal too much expression.

  Zhao Xinyu walked in front of Lin Dong and said in a strange tone: "You win, Miss Lin Dong."

  Lin Dong stopped Jiang Ling from speaking, hinting her not to intervene in their matter.

  "Win or lose, you call me Miss? Are you thinking of asking me to open a room tonight?" Lin Dong showed an extremely casual and careless attitude, turning the tables on him.

  Zhao Xinyu thought this kid would be furious, but his expression was calm, as if he had just done something insignificant.

  "Xīn yǔ, rēng qiú guò lái." Only a gentle voice was heard.

  Zhao Xinyu turned his head and saw Ling Xing, also the school's basketball team captain, immediately pushing a smile onto his face, and threw the basketball over.

  Ling Xing is tall and handsome, with a strong build, a sunny boy who can make many girls' hearts beat faster. Beside him stands a girl, Lin Xiaobei, also known as Beige, with a plain but delicate face, a pair of shiny black eyes, about 165cm in height, wearing a ponytail and a pure white dress.