CHAPTERS
The rest of the game was grueling for everyone. Within less than five minutes of play, Qinghuo was forced to call for another timeout. Mishaps piled one after another. Zhu Xuyao got whistled for a foul after overreaching while fighting Tan Ren for a rebound. Then, Wen Qin accidentally committed a defensive foul on Yuan Dan, racking up his second personal foul. By this point in the quarter, Qinghuo had already accumulated three team fouls. One more, and they would be giving away free throws. The…- 160.3 K • Ongoing
- “Xu Fanming!” The figure ahead was running fast, vanishing around the corner in the blink of an eye. The narrow hallway twisted and turned, and He Jiang nearly lost him several times. He furrowed his brow and shouted again, “Xu Fanming, stop right there!” Clack! The bathroom door slammed shut in front of him. He Jiang grabbed the handle, shoved it open, and squeezed himself into the cramped restroom. He closed the door behind him and turned the lock. The outside world was now sealed off…
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- 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,…
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- 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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