NOVPUBLooking at the energetic Fan Yian, Wu Bin was very puzzled.
Hadn’t this guy just been gasping for air a moment ago?
Why had the way he looked at him changed now, as if there were some life-or-death grudge between them?
But Wu Bin had no interest in wasting time here with Fan Yian, so he stood up and entered the court.
Song Bing felt terribly conflicted inside.
Did they really have to play this darn basketball?
"Old Wu, let’s just drop it. Is it really necessary to play basketball? I think everyone’s also tired today, so how about we reschedule?"
Song Bing wanted to struggle a bit and tried to persuade them to reconsider.
But Fan Yian was already too riled up at this point.
He directly told Song Bing, "If you don’t want to play, you can leave. I won’t stop you."
A fire of anger instantly flared up in Song Bing’s heart.
Damn, does having money make you so great?
Just because you’re rich, you think you can insult people as you please?
Song Bing nodded and said, "Fine, you want to play, huh? Then we’ll keep you company till the end!"
"Old Wu, crush him!"
Song Bing was not one to back down, and now that Fan Yian had provoked him, he threw caution to the wind.
I didn’t want the situation to escalate, which is why I was advising both sides to back down; it ends up making me look like the most cowardly one.
At that moment, Song Bing also got heated and didn’t care anymore.
He threw the basketball to Fan Yian, signalling him to bring it on.
With the basketball in his hands, Fan Yian felt he had entered a very favorable state.
He dribbled the ball and said to Wu Bin, "Are you ready?"
Wu Bin just casually stood in front of Fan Yian and said lightly, "I’m ready anytime."
Seeing Wu Bin’s nonchalant demeanor, Fan Yian was infuriated.
What’s this?
Looking down on me?
Damn, I will show you my true skills!
Seeing that Wu Bin had no intention of defending, Fan Yian took a step back and jump shot.
He wanted to use the same method to humiliate Wu Bin and prove that his jump shot technique was not inferior.
Fan Yian’s idea was good, except that Wu Bin saw through it from the beginning.
Almost at the same time Fan Yian jumped, Wu Bin also jumped, even higher than Fan Yian. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
Fan Yian only felt like Wu Bin was a towering mountain bouncing up, giving him an intense sense of oppression!
Impossible!
This guy seemed so nonchalant, why could he jump so quickly to block his shooting path!
Slap!
In front of everyone, Wu Bin forcefully blocked, slapping the basketball right out of Fan Yian’s hands!
The sound was so crisp and loud that the ball flew out of his hands before Fan Yian even realized what had happened.
Wu Bin picked up the basketball and made a quick break.
Feng Han didn’t even get the chance to defend, and Wu Bin set for a jump shot, the basketball swishing through the net.
"One point."
Wu Bin spoke in an indifferent tone, as if he had just casually tossed the basketball in.
Fan Yian’s hands trembled, his expression extremely complex.
The online viewers in the live stream were buzzing with comments after seeing this scene.
"Man, that’s too harsh; he talked big just a moment ago, and now he got blocked on his first shot?"
"You can only blame it on Old Wu being too strong. Didn’t you notice how he reacted quicker even though he started later? This means Old Wu had already seen through his offensive intentions, predicting them in advance."
"Is there really someone in the world who can predict in advance like this? That’s impossible."
"Professional athletes can judge the next move of their opponents by their posture. My brother used to play basketball and always told me, when you defend, don’t look at the opponent’s hands or upper body; you’ll easily get fooled. Keeping your eyes on his waist is the safest because no matter how fancy his moves, the direction of his waist movement won’t lie."
"I feel like that guy’s about to break apart. Is there anyone here who can save him?"
The netizens’ feelings weren’t wrong.
At this moment, Fan Yian’s mentality was beginning to falter.
He had just come on the court and had been fiercely blocked—a young basketball enthusiast like him knew well what a block meant, didn’t he?
Didn’t he realize how much psychological damage that block could cause him?
"Coming again?"
Wu Bin tossed the basketball to Fan Yian, looking at him with a puzzled face.
The question from Wu Bin ignited Fan Yian’s anger once again.
But this time, it was more about feeling insecure.
The second round began.
This time, Fan Yian didn’t opt for a stationary jump shot but tried to break through.
But what Fan Yian hadn’t expected was that Wu Bin’s jumping ability was as incredible as his defensive skills!
No matter how he dashed left or right, Wu Bin was always one step ahead of him.
What was most important was that Wu Bin’s physical condition was quite good; every time Fan Yian tried to use his body, it was like he had hit a wall and was fiercely bounced back.
If it weren’t for Fan Yian’s decent balance, just the recoil alone would have been too much for him to bear.
Fan Yian’s mentality was about to collapse at this point.
This so-called crispy-skinned college student?
This shit was like a moving fortress!
Snap!
Taking advantage of Fan Yian’s distraction, Wu Bin stole the ball, dashed beyond the three-point line, performed a fadeaway jump shot, and scored once again.
Everyone was electrified.
Is this what talent looks like?
Up to this point, Wu Bin was five for five!
And that last shot was a three-pointer with a fadeaway!
This capability far exceeded that of a college player; even among professional athletes, it marked him as outstanding!
Song Bing and Xue Qiang were dumbstruck watching from the sidelines.
"No wonder Old Wu said it had been a long time since he played basketball. If he played regularly, who would want to be his opponent?"
Han Jiaoyan and He Bingbing were even more excited, jumping up and down on the sidelines.
"Well done, Wu Bin! So cool!"
"Go Wu Bin! Smash Fan Yian’s head in!"
Fan Yian: ...
What have I done to you?
You want to smash my head in, right!
Fan Yian’s eyes grew dark.
At that moment, Feng Han came over and said, "Master Fan, maybe we should call it quits. This guy’s skill is freakishly good. I doubt there’s anyone in our school who can beat him."
Originally intending to show off, Fan Yian now felt terrible having walked into a setback.
But soon, an idea formed in Fan Yian’s mind.
So Wu Bin is good at playing, huh?
Fine, I may not be able to beat you in basketball, but surely I can still teach you a lesson, can’t I?
With this thought, Fan Yian began the third round.
But this time, after getting the ball, Fan Yian didn’t even think about scoring; instead, he charged directly at Wu Bin with a barbaric collision!
When Fan Yian collided from the side, he not only used his shoulder but also lifted his elbow and even used his knee.
It was clear to any observer that Fan Yian wasn’t aiming to play the game; he was charging to hit someone!
Unprepared, Wu Bin was knocked down hard by Fan Yian, falling to the ground and sliding over a meter.
Seeing this, Song Bing and Han Jiaoyan’s faces changed dramatically as they rushed towards Wu Bin.
"Old Wu!"
"Wu Bin!"
