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nTranslator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

nHe Yuan stood still for a long time, dazed and unable to believe the fact that he was blocked.

n“How is that possible?!”

nHe finally awoke from his daze after some time. He stared wildly at Ye Lingchen with disbelief in his eyes.

n“There are plenty more impossible things to come,” Ye Lingchen was composed, as though it were nothing.

nAs the ball was sent out of court by Ye Lingchen, the sports department maintained the rights to serve.

nThe match had just begun, but everyone could feel the intense animosity between them. Ye Lingchen’s block left an even stronger impression in their hearts.

n“Forget the defense. Just let him attempt to score,” Ye Lingchen told the players from the language department.

nThe opponents had no regard for the rules, making defending pointless.

nThe ball was served!

nHowever, when He Yuan caught the ball, he was stunned.

nNot only him, but everyone else was stunned as well.

nOn the court, not a single person was defending. The players from the language department’s team just stood and watched from the side. The backboard was fully open, leaving him to take his shot.

nHis expression turned ugly. Such disrespect was hundreds of times more hurtful than words.

nWith a deep breath, he steeled his eyes, ‘I will make sure you regret this!’

nDribbling and charging straight ahead!

nJump, and shoot!

nNevertheless, the same scene happened again. A shadow figure leaped upwards!

nBang!

nThe sound was more resounding than earlier. The ball shot away, barely brushing by He Yuan’s head!

nYe Lingchen’s eyes were emotionless, looking indifferently at He Yuan, speaking slowly, “Continue!”

nThe third time, Ye Lingchen weaved around like a spirit, easily going past his opponents.

nBang!

nThe third block sounded.

nSilence befell the entire court!

nThe audience was stunned. He Yuan and his cheerleading team were stunned. Even the people from the language department were stunned.

nHe Yuan stood under the hoop looking dispirited, his whole body trembling.

nHumiliation!

nExtreme humiliation!

nHis eyes were red with a strong urge to take Ye Lingchen’s life.

nYe Lingchen had intentionally called off the defense just so that he could block him!

n“Continue!” Ye Lingchen urged, his steady voice caused He Yuan’s body to tremble more severely.

nHe… was scared!

nYe Lingchen’s image in his mind increased countless times in size, turning into an insurmountable mountain. It broke his confidence from the depths of his soul.

n“Ye Lingchen, you’re crossing the line. I’ll make you regret this!” He Yuan shouted without a care for his image, behaving like a madman.

nHe charged towards the hoop a fourth time!

nHe Yuan did not choose to take a shot this time around, but instead ran to the bottom of the backboard for a three-step layup!

nHe locked his eyes on the hoop. This time, it must score!

nHowever, without any warning, a huge shadow once again loomed over him, slamming the ball right out of He Yuan’s hand!

nBang!

nHe Yuan was in midair, along with the ball, was smacked to the ground forcefully!

nHis body slammed hard against the floor!

nHe Yuan stood up with great difficulty. By then, his eyes lost focus and his forehead was drenched in a cold sweat as though he had suffered extreme psychological trauma.

nNobody uttered a word during that exchange, or rather, they were at a loss for words.

nYe Lingchen was too strong, monstrously strong.

nIn front of Ye Lingchen, He Yuan was like a child that just learned how to walk!

n“Continue!”

nThe same statement again, yet it sapped He Yuan of all his strength to lift the ball.

nIn just a few attempts, he was already drenched in sweat, feeling more worn out than going through a full match.

n“Sub… substitution. You guys try to score!” He Yuan finally blurted out that sentence after a long while. In his voice, one could tell he was on the verge of breaking down in tears.

nHowever—

nBlock!

nBlock!

nAnother block!

nNo matter who it was, they had to face the risk of getting blocked by Ye Lingchen whenever they attempted a shot.

nUntil the end, nobody in the sports department dared to make a shot even with the ball in their hands. The ball had turned into a hot potato, making them indecisive about whether to hold onto it or not.

nThe crowd broke out in murmurs.

n“That… that’s just too epic. King of blocking?

n“That’s nuts. Competing with him in basketball is a form of torture!”

n“Pitiful, just too pitiful! The entire sports department was blocked by him. I can’t bear to watch this anymore!”

n“This is going into the history books as the most embarrassing day for the sports department!”

nAlthough there was still a huge gap between the scores, the sports department had been completely humiliated. All of them had been utterly defeated!

n“Nobody dares to shoot anymore?”

nYe Lingchen gave a faint smile, then dashed towards one of the sports department’s players.

nThat player had the ball in his hand. When he saw Ye Lingchen rushing at him, his expression turned into one of shock. Just as he tried to pass the ball along, his hands felt empty. The ball was already taken by Ye Lingchen!

nBall in hand, Ye Lingchen did not dribble, but instead jumped up and made a shot!”

nClunk!

nThe ball went straight into the hoop!

n“A… amazing!”

n“Not only is he good at blocking, even his shots are amazing!”

n“That’s a three-pointer! A long distanced three-pointer!! Is that luck or skill?”

nFrom the moment Ye Lingchen entered the court, everyone felt that their hearts were not strong enough.

n“If you’re no longer making shots, then it’s my turn!” Ye Lingchen ignored the rest of them and had the language department serve the ball.

nDribble, breakthrough!

nThe ball was seemingly alive in his hands. Those from the sports department could not even touch it. They could only see a blur, and the very next moment, Ye Lingchen had broken through their defense!

nHe shoots!

nClunk!

nAnother three-pointer!

n“Continue serving!”

nYe Lingchen did not waste time.

nThe basketball flew across the air, creating one beautiful arc after another.

nThree-pointer!

nThree-pointer!

nYet another three-pointer!

nVery quickly, the score went to 63: 93.

nThe score of the language department increased at an alarming rate. Meanwhile, the sports department had not gained a single point!

nThe entire court turned into Ye Lingchen’s home field. As long as the ball fell into his hands, it would score in the next moment!

nIf the ball fell into the sports department’s control, it would be stolen by Ye Lingchen within three seconds!

nThe originally prideful players from the sports department had their spirit broken. Their heads were drooping, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

nAt that moment, their only thought was to end the match as soon as possible.

n“I didn’t expect him to be that good at basketball,” Li Muxue exclaimed, staring at the figure running all over the court with amazement in her beautiful eyes.

nBeside her, Huang Xiaomeng was annoyed when she saw Li Muxue’s dreamy gaze. Huang Xiaomeng then looked at Ye Lingchen with a glance, a mischievous smile appeared at the edge of her lips.

n‘Sister Muxue is mine. Nobody can steal her away from me!’

n“Sister Muxue, why don’t we treat him to a meal to clear up the misunderstanding between us?”

n“Didn’t you have a bone to pick with him? Why would you suddenly think of treating him?” Lu Muxue asked, feeling curious.

n“It’s just a misunderstanding from the beginning. It’s better to make friends than enemies. Let’s not drag this. We’ll treat him right after this match!” Huang Xiaomeng replied excitedly.

n“That’s fine,” Li Muxue agreed to it after muttering to herself for some time.

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