Chapter 66 Ning Chuan Is Too Bad

Whoosh!

This time, the basketball whizzed through the air like a cannonball, emitting a piercing sound.

Thunk!

Two seconds later, the basketball heavily collided with the opposite basket!

Then it bounced back!

Precisely, it landed in the basket!

Beep—

The referee immediately blew the whistle, declaring the basket valid.

"I... I... Am I seeing things?"

Wu Junyong looked bewildered.

"Hahefuk?"

The black player from the opposite team raised his hands, staring wide-eyed and uttering curses.

"Damn! Boss, how did you manage to score that?"

Ji Xingyu's mouth twitched.

"Is Ning Chuan's luck really that good?"

Jiang Churan wore a shocked expression and looked at Mo Wanqiu and the others.

"I think... maybe today is Ning Chuan's lucky day?"

"No matter what, he has scored two baskets in a row, even if it's luck!"

Mo Wanqiu and the others were equally astonished and stood up, shouting loudly:

"Ning Chuan! Go for it!"

"Ning Chuan! Go for it!"

"Business Administration Department! Go for it!"

Inspired by Mo Wanqiu and her friends, the students from the Business Administration Department shouted in unison, cheering for Ning Chuan.

The black players from the Foreign Language Department, after exchanging glances, looked at Ning Chuan with unfriendly eyes.

Subsequently, one black player dribbled the ball, while the other four charged fiercely towards Ning Chuan.

The player dribbling the ball was two meters tall, strong as a bull, and he charged straight at Ning Chuan, intending to use the permissible collision in basketball rules to knock Ning Chuan down!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The black player was like a tank, charging forward and knocking down several players from the Business Administration Department in succession, as if he were in an empty space!

Whoosh!

The black player finally reached Ning Chuan's front, leaning forward with his body and shoulder, attempting to fiercely collide with Ning Chuan!

Ning Chuan smiled faintly and adopted the same posture, leaning forward with his body and shoulder.

Crash!

The two collided heavily.

Ning Chuan stood firm, while the black player, who was two meters tall and as strong as a bull, was sent flying.

And naturally, the basketball in his hands fell into Ning Chuan's hands.

With a simple lift of his hand, he shot the ball.

Whoosh—

The basketball flew across the court once again, accurately landing in the basket!

Another three-point shot!

Rumbling!

The entire court erupted!

"Boss! Well done!"

"Boss, amazing!"

Wang Xianmin and Zuo Enhua jumped up excitedly, shouting loudly.

"Yuqi, you see, I told you, the boss is omnipotent! The boss would never do anything uncertain!"

Ji Xingyu excitedly said to Jiang Yuqi beside him.

"Ning Chuan, this jerk! He deceived us! He said he couldn't play basketball, but he's obviously so good at it! This liar!"

Jiang Churan's face showed a mixture of excitement and indignation.

Mo Wanqiu, Xie Yanran, and He Lingling also suddenly realized.

In this long-distance shot, even the NBA All-Star lineup would only occasionally make one, and it would be considered lucky to make two in a game.

However, Ningchuan made one, two, three, four shots!

Can this still be attributed to luck?

It's hard to believe, isn't it?

"This Ningchuan guy is too good. He already knew we would lose and made a bet with us! Could it be that he planned it all along, wanting us to wash his clothes for four years?" Jiang Churan exclaimed angrily.

Despite their anger, they were also happy.

After all, defeating the black students majoring in foreign languages and winning collective honor was an achievement!

Mo Wanqiu and the others nodded. As long as they could win, even if it meant washing Ningchuan's dirty clothes for four years, they would accept it.

Moreover, they could share the task among the four of them, so it wouldn't be too much work.

The remaining games held no suspense.

Whenever the black players tried to attack, the basketball would immediately end up in Ningchuan's hands.

And every time Ningchuan got the ball, regardless of his position on the court, he would shoot.

And every shot went in!

5:75!

47:75!

60:75!

75:75!

The score was quickly tied!

All this in less than five minutes!

However, with only ten seconds left until the end of the game, could they make a comeback?

At that moment, the basketball landed in Wu Junyong's hands.

"Quick! Pass the ball!"

"Wu Junyong, pass the ball to Ningchuan!"

Everyone shouted at Wu Junyong.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Wu Junyong held the ball but refused to pass it to Ningchuan.

He didn't want to help Ningchuan win the bet against the Four Beauties!

Wu Junyong wasn't that foolish!

Not only would he not pass the ball to Ningchuan, but he also wanted to intentionally throw the ball to the black student on the opposite side, making Ningchuan lose the bet, drop out of Jiangnan University, and leave!

As for the sense of collective honor, he didn't care about it!

Wu Junyong sneered in his heart and, amidst the shouts of the crowd telling him to pass the ball, he deliberately pretended to lose control and threw the ball in the wrong direction!

The basketball flew straight towards the black student, Johnson, on the other side!

"Huh?"

Johnson was initially puzzled, but then he became ecstatic, slapping the basketball and turning to attack.

However, Ningchuan, who was originally a few meters away from him, suddenly appeared in front of him.

With a quick movement, the basketball fell into Ningchuan's hands.

Johnson became furious and charged at Ningchuan, disregarding everything.

He wanted to knock down this highly skilled basketball player from Xia Nation, just like he did to Ji Xingyu!

Bang!

Johnson crashed into Ningchuan heavily, but it was as if he collided with a mountain.

He was thrown back, stumbled, and fell to the ground, hitting the back of his head hard.

Meanwhile, Ningchuan didn't shoot from a long distance as before. Instead, he dribbled the ball and headed towards the opponent's basket.

"Stop him!"

Johnson, who couldn't get up from the ground, shouted in broken Chinese.

The other black players immediately abandoned everything and desperately rushed towards Ningchuan.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

As Ningchuan dribbled the ball and collided with the black players, he unleashed an explosive force, reminiscent of Wing Chun's inch-power.

All the black players screamed and were thrown out, unable to get up from the ground.

Five seconds! Four seconds!

The countdown was about to end.

Three seconds!

Two seconds!

Ningchuan leaped up onto the backboard!

One second!

Boom!

Ningchuan grabbed the basketball with both hands, as if holding a cannonball, and forcefully dunked it into the basket!

Crash!

The entire backboard shattered into countless fragments!