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Ji Zhiyao, hugging the tokens, went on to play something that wasn't as idiotic in his eyes.

Basketball.

He had long arms and legs, and was also good at aiming, so the basketballs dropped into the net as if magnets had been fixed to them. His posture was natural and smooth.

Both his outerwear and sweater were a little short, so each time he jumped forward to shoot, a small part of his waist would show.

Ji Zhiyao shot seven or eight times, when he grabbed a basketball and was about to jump forward once more, a large force suddenly pulled him back to his original spot.

Ji Zhiyao holding the basketball, turning back with a surprised expression.

Mo Huaifeng pulled back the hand that he used to tug on the corner of his clothes, saying with a nonchalant look, "Jumping to shoot, that's considered cheating."

"How am I supposed to shoot if I don't jump?"