Chapter 64 [No Title]

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of basketballs swishing through the net echoed one after another.

Time and time again, the foreign language department's black students scored on the management department's basketball hoop!

Dunks! Fast breaks! Two-pointers! Three-pointers!

Wu Junyong and his teammates were completely outplayed by the black players from the foreign language department.

Every time the opposing team attacked, it was fast and they scored!

On the other hand, every time Wu Junyong and his teammates attacked, they would quickly get the ball stolen and face a swift counterattack!

In the end, Wu Junyong and the others were so intimidated on defense that they couldn't even cross half-court!

It was an outright one-sided slaughter!

Who needs five minutes?

In just three minutes, the management department's initial twenty-point lead was erased, and the game was tied.

"Pass the ball to me!"

Wu Junyong, fueled by anger, gave up on defense. After receiving the ball, he dribbled furiously towards the opponent's basket, crouched down, and prepared to retaliate with a dunk!

However, another dark shadow appeared above his head.

Then, a big black hand violently slapped the basketball!

Bang!

Wu Junyong, along with the ball, crashed to the ground!

Ahhh!!!

Wu Junyong fell to the ground, let out a furious roar of frustration.

But the opponent didn't foul. Amid Wu Junyong's furious roar, another black student had already swiftly dribbled the ball and rushed toward the management department's defense, leaping up for a shot.

The ball went in.

The foreign language department took a two-point lead!

The score became 5-7.

Whether it was the players on the court or the management department students in the stands, they all hung their heads, sighing in frustration and despair.

"This is so boring."

Ning Chuan took out his phone and started playing an old game called "Snake" on it.

"Ning Chuan, you've gone too far. Don't you have any sense of collective honor?" Jiang Churan turned around, glaring at Ning Chuan in anger.

"We all know that you and Wu Junyong have issues, but now is the time for unity. Your behavior is truly disappointing."

"Ah!"

Mo Wanqiu, Xie Yanran, and He Lingling shook their heads one after another.

Ning Chuan didn't pay any attention to them. He simply focused on playing the "Snake" game on his phone.

On the court, the game continued.

The management department continued to be dominated, and the foreign language department's lead quickly extended.

5:40!

5:55!

5:75!

Since the introduction of those five black players, the management department hadn't scored a single point!

They were getting completely shut out!

"No, even if we lose, we have to score a basket!"

Ji Xingyu gritted his teeth and roared, dribbling towards the opponent's hoop.

He was a bit overweight, but he could still withstand some physical contact from the black students.

Biting down on his teeth, Ji Xingyu finally reached the basket after withstanding one of the black students.

He jumped up, about to succeed with a dunk!

At this moment, a black student named Johnson slyly elbowed Ji Xingyu in the stomach.

At the same time, pretending to trip, he forcefully tugged on Ji Xingyu's shorts!

Rip!

Ji Xingyu's shorts were instantly pulled down, and he was sent tumbling down from mid-air, crashing to the ground.

Then, another black student also pretended to fall, and his

200-plus-pound body sat heavily on Ji Xingyu's head and body!

"Ah!"

Ji Xingyu let out a miserable cry as his hand was fractured from the impact, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose!

Naturally, the ball didn't go in.

The teammates from the management department immediately helped Ji Xingyu up and argued with the black players from the foreign language department.

However, the black players completely ignored them.

Some pretended not to understand Chinese, while others innocently shrugged their shoulders.

The students from the management department were infuriated but had no way to resolve the situation.

At that moment, Ning Chuan put away his phone, furrowed his brow, stood up, and walked to the injured Ji Xingyu.

"Your hand is fractured. Let me help you first, and then you can go to the hospital on your own," Ning Chuan said.

Ning Chuan reached out and lightly pressed on Ji Xingyu's broken arm a few times, then adjusted it back into place.

He tore Ji Xingyu's clothes into strips and used them to bind his arm.

Ji Xingyu immediately felt less pain in his arm.

"You just need to get a splint at the hospital. Go," Ning Chuan said.

"Thank you, but I don't want to leave. I want to finish watching this game," Ji Xingyu stubbornly said.

"Fine, then I'll take your place and play for you," Ning Chuan said.

"What? Leader, you... you can't play basketball," Ji Xingyu exclaimed.

Ning Chuan didn't reply; he walked straight onto the court.

Everyone else was astonished, looking at Ning Chuan in disbelief.

Ning Chuan had become a focal point now.

Everyone still remembered that just half an hour ago, Jiang Churan had asked him if he could play basketball, and he had clearly said he couldn't!

So what was he doing on the court now?

Seeking revenge for Ji Xingyu?

But this wasn't a fight. If someone who couldn't play basketball went on the court, it would only create chaos instead of achieving anything.

"Ning Chuan, this is none of your business. Get off the court! Let someone who knows how to play basketball come in!" Wu Junyong angrily shouted.

"Ning Chuan, basketball isn't a fight. Get down!" Jiang Churan also stood up in anger, rushing to the sidelines and putting her hands on her hips.

Jiang Yuqi walked to the sideline, supporting Ji Xingyu, and scolded him, "Xingyu, look, Ning Chuan is being impulsive and making a fool of himself. You still want to call him leader?"

"Ning Chuan, you need to leave immediately! Don't cause trouble! Do you know that even though we're currently behind by 40 points, I've discovered the opponent's weakness and found a way to deal with them? We still have hope of catching up! But if you come and mess things up, we won't have any hope at all!" Wu Junyong saw Ning Chuan walking straight into the middle of the court and suddenly had a thought. He intentionally said.

The score was already 40 points behind, and there were only a few minutes left in the game. It was clear to everyone that this game was a definite loss, and it would be a humiliating defeat.

This would definitely become a black mark on Wu Junyong's record.

But now, if Ning Chuan insisted on going on the court, perhaps this bad situation could turn into a good one.

They could shift the blame onto Ning Chuan for this certain loss!

"I'll win if I play," Ning Chuan glanced at Wu Junyong and said calmly.

Wu Junyong's heart immediately rejoiced, thinking, "Ning Chuan truly only has brute force in his head. Can't he see through such an obvious provocation?"

"Alright, since you're so confident, go ahead and play. I'll leave the rest of the game in your hands," Wu Junyong made a 180-degree turn in his attitude.

"What? What?!" Jiang Churan was dumbfounded on the sidelines.

"How can we really let him play?"

"Wu Junyong said he has found the opponent's weakness and a way to turn things around!"

"Ning Chuan, come down quickly! Don't act impulsively and ruin everything!" Mo Wanqiu, Xie Yanran, and He Lingling, the three beauties of the class, were also at a loss.

Then, the four beauties glanced at each other and rushed onto the court, trying to forcibly pull Ning Chuan out and prevent him from disrupting the game.