CHAPTERS
The stands had erupted into a storm of chatter. Every spectator on-site was roused by the match unfolding before them. A dark horse up against a seeded team, yet it was becoming clear that the seasoned powerhouse still held the upper hand. With absolute strength and overwhelming dominance, Kongxin's performance was simply too dazzling. That wave of excitement in the audience stood in sharp contrast to the silence weighing down the Qinghuo bench. No one spoke. Each of them sat there lost in thought,…- 160.3 K • Ongoing
- Peng Ning was Kongxin’s number 13 shooting guard. He had a pair of striking, expressive eyes. Unfortunately, his playing style was so low-key that his role on the court often faded into the background, to the point where people sometimes forgot Kongxin even had a designated shooter. In today’s game, because Peng Ning had almost no visible presence, everyone had let their guard down. It wasn’t until Yuan Dan called his name out loud that Qinghuo suddenly realized that they had completely missed him…
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- Xu Fanming came up playing streetball. He always relied on feel. His performance rose and fell with his state of mind. When things went smoothly, his talent showed. When things got tough, he made mistake after mistake. Today, he was too nervous. He Jiang was different. He had played in many professional and amateur games and had plenty of experience on the court. Unlike Xu Fanming, the deeper the game went, the better he performed. The gap between them kept growing. Xu Fanming dribbled hard,…
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- “Have you all noticed it yet?” Fang Ruihan looked around at his teammates and spoke slowly. “The way this team operates.” The noise behind them gradually faded. The players looked at each other, their faces filled with mixed expressions. “Yes. That’s right.” Fang Ruihan took a deep breath and explained calmly, “Kongxin’s team structure actually follows a clear pattern. For example, their center Xing Yunyang and their small forward Zhuo Changyi are mainly responsible for assists…
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- As soon as Zhuo Changyi received the ball, he sprinted toward Qinghuo’s basket. Fang Ruihan reacted quickly and rushed over to block him before he could reach the paint. Zhuo Changyi hesitated, taking a step back while flicking a glance in Xing Yunyang’s direction. Xing Yunyang responded with a sharp, affirming look. But just as he was preparing to break free, He Jiang stepped in on perfect timing, positioning himself squarely in front of him. He used his back to hold Xing Yunyang in place,…
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- Back in his first year of high school, Yuan Dan joined the school basketball team by chance and played in a few friendly matches representing his alma mater. At first, Yuan Dan’s skills were nothing to brag about. At best, he barely counted as someone who could play basketball. So naturally, he spent most of his early days warming the bench. But Yuan Dan was eager to learn and had a great attitude when asking for advice. The seniors and coaches liked that about him and were more than happy to teach…
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- The whistle blew. The game was on. The ball shot into the air, and at its peak, Xing Yunyang leapt and slammed it away with a powerful palm. “Damn!” Pan Yuan shot up from her seat in alarm. “He Jiang was half a step too slow!” The ball spun midair before landing cleanly in the hands of a waiting teammate. He Jiang looked up, startled, and caught sight of the name across the red jersey. Zhuo Changyi. They had lost the jump ball. “Fall back!” Fang Ruihan’s voice rang out from…
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- “Mm… ngh!” The deserted street echoed faint gusts of wind, rustling through the silence. He Jiang’s kiss was deep, and the wet, slick sound of it rang in Xu Fanming’s ears like a spell. He could feel every shift of He Jiang’s tongue, the way it sucked lightly, then harder, tracing and licking with precision. The temperature spiked. Even his scalp began to tingle. “No—” Xu Fanming shoved him away, face flushed bright red with shame and frustration. He Jiang glanced around, cleared…
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- Time flew by like a white horse passing through a crack. In the blink of an eye, the day before the match had arrived. By tomorrow afternoon, they would finally face the legendary Kongxin on the court. Xu Fanming was so excited he dragged Zhu Xuyao to practice with him the whole afternoon and refused to let him go even when their stomachs were growling. Zhu Xuyao was running on fumes by then, and his movements had grown sloppy. He missed shot after shot from the three-point line, not a single one…
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- With the final points match approaching, practice sessions had become more frequent. Even at ten at night, the sound of basketballs pounding against the floor still echoed in the gym. The team had split into two groups: He Jiang, Zhu Xuyao, and Wen Qin on one side, and Fang Ruihan, Xu Fanming, and a backup player on the other. The two sides had been running 3-on-3 drills for hours. By the end, Xu Fanming was so exhausted he collapsed flat on the floor, completely drained. Fang Ruihan and Wen Qin were…
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