Chapter 63 It's short-sighted after all

Jiang Churan looked at Ning Chuan next to her, recalling the thrilling scene from last night.

Although Ning Chuan was reckless and impulsive, he showed great courage when faced with a gun-wielding guy.

He remained calm and let everyone go while he stayed behind.

Although after everyone left, Ning Chuan probably had to beg for mercy to escape, and even afterwards, he didn't admit it and boasted... But no matter what, he was a responsible man!

It's a pity that he doesn't know how to play basketball.

Jiang Churan felt a sense of regret.

Then she realized that Ning Chuan not only didn't know how to play basketball but lacked knowledge in many other areas as well!

Computers, foreign languages, public speaking, eloquence, social skills... Ning Chuan didn't know any of these!

Because he invested all his time in working as a security guard to earn money, he neglected personal development.

Such a person is ultimately short-sighted and will likely end up at the bottom of society.

Thinking of this, Jiang Churan sighed.

At that moment, something changed on the basketball court.

The Foreign Language Department called for a timeout.

Subsequently, several new players came on.

"Oh my god! How come they replaced them with black players?" Wang Xianming, who was watching the game from the stands with Ning Chuan and others, exclaimed.

All the attention of the students from the School of Management turned to the new lineup of the Foreign Language Department.

The previous players were all replaced, and the new ones were five black players!

All of them were over 1.9 meters tall and had a strong build like black bulls!

"What the hell! They're cheating with these foreign language guys!"

"Well, there's nothing we can do. Strictly speaking, what they're doing isn't against the rules. They are from the Foreign Language Department, probably international students or foreign teachers."

The students from the School of Management were furious.

"It's really unfair! The people from the Foreign Language Department are going too far!"

"It's just a friendly match, why go to such lengths?"

Jiang Churan and the other four class flowers were also infuriated, clenching their fists.

On the court, Lei Pengfei, Ji Xingyu, and others had a serious expression. Faced with these big and strong black opponents, everyone had clearly lost confidence.

"It's okay, we still have Wu Junyong!"

"That's right, Wu Junyong's basketball skills are enough to match their physicality!"

Some students encouraged themselves.

"School of Management, let's go! Wu Junyong, come on!"

Mo Wanqiu and the other class flowers stood up to boost morale, shouting loudly.

"School of Management, let's go!"

"Wu Junyong, come on!"

The cheering voices rose one after another.

On the court, Wu Junyong felt invigorated, full of heroic spirit. He stood with his hands on his hips and shouted, "The opponents are just a group of clumsy gorillas. What's the use of good physical conditions? We rely on technique and strength. We will definitely defeat them!"

Wu Junyong's words ignited the atmosphere once again.

Players like Lei Pengfei and Ji Xingyu also gained some confidence.

"Boss, do you think we, Wu Junyong, and Lao Ji, really have a chance to defeat the Foreign Language Department?"

Although he knew Ning Chuan couldn't play basketball, Wang Xianming instinctively asked for Ning Chuan's opinion.

"Currently, we are leading by twenty points. In the worst case, within five minutes, the score could be tied and they could take the lead."

Ning Chuan responded nonchalantly."What? A twenty-point lead can't last for five minutes? Boss, you're exaggerating. Those black guys may have good physical conditions and be tall, but they shouldn't be very agile in their movements, right? Plus, with Wu Junyong's basketball skills, we should be able to maintain the lead until the end of the game, right?" Wang Xianming exclaimed in surprise.

Ning Chuan shook his head and calmly replied, "Who says that tall and strong people, especially black people, can't be agile? In this world, even elephants can dance! Moreover, if we talk about basketball skills alone, I'm afraid Wu Junyong won't have the slightest advantage. Just look at the hand size of those black guys..."

Wang Xianming fell silent. He wanted to refute Ning Chuan, but he didn't know how to argue.

Because everything Ning Chuan said was true.

At that moment, Jiang Churan, who was sitting in the front row, became increasingly angry.

She turned around and angrily said, "Ning Chuan, don't be so full of yourself, okay? Yes, you're strong and good at fighting, but this is basketball! Basketball isn't about strength or fighting. It requires skill! Since you don't understand basketball, don't spout nonsense here and ruin others' morale!"

Ning Chuan furrowed his brow slightly and glanced at Jiang Churan, saying, "Am I talking to you? I'm not talking to you, so why are you getting involved?"

"You!" Jiang Churan's chest heaved up and down with anger.

"Let it go, Churan. You shouldn't argue with Ning Chuan. You know, he's only strong in physical strength, his mind is probably all muscles too," Jiang Yuqi consoled, trying to build a good relationship with Jiang Churan, the class monitor and class flower.

"Ning Chuan, let me be fair. It's because you don't understand basketball that you think this way. But in reality, we've all seen Wu Junyong's basketball skills just now. Even if we can't beat those black students, we still have a 0-point lead, so maintaining the advantage shouldn't be a problem," Mo Wanqiu tried to speak fairly.

"Is Ning Chuan jealous, perhaps? Does it have to be him in the spotlight, and others can't?"

"Ah, Ning Chuan is just impulsive and narrow-minded, you know."

Other students around them started discussing.

Ning Chuan didn't pay attention. He couldn't be bothered with these kids.

It's like an adult being accused by a group of kindergarten friends.

The adult wouldn't stoop down and argue with them, right?

Soon, the game resumed.

The whistle sounded, and the referee tossed the basketball high in the air.

Wu Junyong jumped up vigorously, wanting to contest for the ball.

But as soon as he took off, he felt a dark shadow appear above his head.

It was a black student over two meters tall who effortlessly jumped high and caught the basketball in mid-air, passing it to another black teammate.

Then, the other black teammate dribbled the ball and headed toward the School of Management's basket with long strides.

Lei Pengfei, Ji Xingyu, and others couldn't stop him at all.

Clang!

Finally, the black student jumped high and executed a powerful dunk!

The ball went in!

The black student remained hanging on the rim for a good five seconds before finally coming down.

The students from the School of Management involuntarily gasped, their faces extremely grim.

Cheers erupted from the Foreign Language Department.

"Don't panic, it's just the beginning!"

Jiang Churan quickly encouraged everyone, then shouted again towards the court:

"School of Management! Come on!"

"Wu Junyong! Come on!"