Campus Basketball Storm

Introduction

Part 1 Chapter 1 The First Signs of Brilliance

The First Signs of Brilliance (Part One)
Sun Ming quickly caught up with Yan Yufeng, shouting, You skipped class again!
Yan Yufeng turned his head, revealing his handsome, slender face, and casually replied, So what if I skipped class? Will Pig Head know?
Sun Ming chuckled and walked alongside Yan Yufeng, just slightly shorter, saying, Pig Head went to a meeting today. Teacher Li got mad when she found your seat empty again during class and swore to tell Pig Head!
Yan Yufeng raised his eyebrows and said, I'm sure he won't report me because he's said that to me at least twenty times already!
Sun Ming chimed in, Hehe, that's why we all laughed, and he didn't say anything. As soon as class ended, he didn't even go to the office and just rode off on his bike! Haha, don't worry, it's all good!
Yan Yufeng looked up at the sky, which had only a few wisps of white clouds, with the sun still halfway down the western mountain, and said, September skies are just so beautiful. If we waste such weather, it would be a shame!
Sun Ming's gaze landed on the basketball Yan Yufeng was holding in a net bag, and he excitedly asked, Where did you just go to pick a fight?
Guangming! It was boring; I just dunked once, and they said they wanted me to come play there often. It's driving me crazy! Yan Yufeng said with a frustrated expression.
Hehe! So where are you planning to go now? Sun Ming asked eagerly.
Yan Yufeng knew Sun Ming wanted to join him, saying, To Huyun!
Huyun! No way! Sun Ming was taken aback.
What? Are you scared? Yan Yufeng looked at Sun Ming with a teasing smile.
Boss, that's notorious for being terrifying. I just bought my jersey, and I don't want to get wrecked so soon! Sun Ming said with a pained expression.
The bus is here; you can go or not! Yan Yufeng pointed at the number 8 bus.
I'll go! What's the big deal? If we lose, you have to take off your shirt too! Sun Ming said angrily.
The two jumped onto the bus, which started moving immediately, causing every passenger to lean forward from the inertia. Yan Yufeng remained still; for him, this little inertia had no effect at all, as three years of basketball had made him adept at controlling his center of gravity.
Sun Ming swiped his IC card twice at the ticket machine and then said to Yan Yufeng, Next time, you pay for the fare. I've covered for you at least thirty times; if not, don't expect me to help you again!
Don't you think you resemble Teacher Li a lot? Yan Yufeng said casually while looking for a seat.
Sun Ming paused, then realized, and said bitterly, No good deed goes unpunished!
There's a seat in the back, Yan Yufeng said, lowering his head and walking back.
Finally sitting down, Yan Yufeng sighed in relief. For his height of 1.87 meters, the bus was indeed a bit cramped. It was worse when it was packed; that was even more painful than attending Pig Head's class.
Sun Ming sat down and whispered, Whoa! There's a pretty girl over there!
Yan Yufeng followed Sun Ming's gaze and saw a long-haired girl in the front four rows; her figure was quite nice.
How do you know she's good-looking? There are plenty of 'back-heavy' girls now, Yan Yufeng said.
I sneaked a glance when I walked by; she's definitely a stunner. I don't know which school she's from; what a pity! Sun Ming sighed.
What a pity for what? Yan Yufeng asked, a bit confused.
Sun Ming glanced at him and said, She's not from our No. 12 Middle School! Isn't that a pity?
How do you know she's not from our school? You're not a neighborhood watch! With so many girls in the school, do you know them all? Yan Yufeng was even more puzzled.
Of course! I've been at this school for half a month, and all the pretty girls definitely can't escape my keen eyes. Sun Ming had that kind of face that made you want to punch him the moment you saw it.
I'm impressed! You spend all your energy on this! Don't you know you've been slacking off a lot lately? I don't even want to team up with you to play basketball! Yan Yufeng said.
Hehe, I've been in a slump lately; I'll be back in form in a few days! Sun Ming said, shivering a bit, with a greedy look.
As long as you understand! Yan Yufeng said no more. He knew that his long-time friend, who had just turned 16, was now in his hormonal phase, always thinking about chasing girls, with no thoughts on basketball. He just couldn't understand why girls were more attractive than basketball.
There are too many experts in Huyun, but you've already swept through all the courts in Hanshan District. Why do you want to challenge the outer districts? Sun Ming changed the subject.
Don't make me sound like a terrorist; I just want to keep improving myself. There are just too many experts in Beiyang City! Yan Yufeng said.
If you improve, others will lose all their confidence! Sun Ming said.
I don't care; the best speaks! Yan Yufeng said proudly.
Ding! The bus arrived at a stop, and they hurriedly squeezed towards the back door while new passengers surged in through the front.
The long-haired girl got off here and walked towards Yan Yufeng and Sun Ming.
Yan Yufeng looked up and examined her.
Just as Sun Ming said, she was extremely beautiful, with an oval face, delicate eyebrows, and phoenix eyes, a hint of red at the corners of her mouth, and skin as white as snow, truly dazzling to anyone who saw her.
The girl naturally noticed Yan Yufeng looking at her, and when she focused her gaze, her heart raced; he was so handsome.
Yan Yufeng noticed the girl was looking at him, glanced again, and then expressionlessly turned to look out the window.
The girl was taken aback by Yan Yufeng's reaction. She had always been confident in herself, thinking that anyone who saw her would be mesmerized, but unexpectedly, she encountered a stone-faced guy today. Feeling a bit annoyed yet curious, she got off the bus.
The bus continued moving, and Sun Ming leaned over with a grin, saying, Did she just flirt with you?
Not really! Yan Yufeng replied flatly.
No way! You didn't feel anything from such a gem? You're really hard to marry! Sun Ming sighed.
What’s there to look at with girls? I don't have time to think about that right now! Yan Yufeng said dismissively.
I know what you're thinking! At the beginning of October, the annual basketball league will be held citywide, and then the elites from each school will be selected to participate in the provincial competition. Hehe, you definitely can't miss such an opportunity. Sun Ming said smugly.
Miss? That word doesn't seem to exist in my dictionary. Yan Yufeng's eyes flashed with determination.
But you have to make the school team first. It seems there are only two spots for freshmen; it's going to be tough. Sun Ming said worriedly.
We've only been in school for half a month, and the seniors have never taken us seriously. I'll show them what I've got! Yan Yufeng said coldly, recalling how those so-called seniors monopolized the courts, leaving only the two worst courts for the freshmen, which made him angry.
Of course, others may not know, but I know how amazing you are! Sun Ming understood how incredible his friend, whom he had known for three years, was. Back when they both started liking basketball and playing together, Yan Yufeng grew taller and better, eventually being able to dunk like in the NBA, and Sun Ming couldn't help but feel jealous several times. He just couldn't understand how Yan Yufeng could grow so tall.
You've never played basketball at school; aside from playing with me, you haven't played with anyone else. No one knows how good you are, so how would the coach pick you when selecting players? Sun Ming reminded him.
This...! Yan Yufeng was momentarily stunned.
I knew you wouldn't think of that! You just assumed the coach would come to our class to beg you to join the team, you self-important guy! Sun Ming seized the opportunity to hit Yan Yufeng hard.
Yan Yufeng thought for a moment and cautiously asked Sun Ming, Do I need to perform on the court or something?
Duh! Sun Ming rolled his eyes immediately, You can't be that dumb! Dude, don't you know there's a new student cup competition held by the school in a few days?
Oh! Is there? Yan Yufeng looked clueless.
Damn! You can absolutely trust my information! Starting next Monday, our ten freshman classes will be divided into two groups for cross-matches. The top four will compete for first place, and the school will select the two best players from this competition to join the school team. Do you understand now?
Sun Ming said all this in one breath, exhausted.
Yan Yufeng's face lit up, So that's how it is! That makes it easy, hehe! He thought about not having to perform like a street performer to attract attention to get on the team, and he felt relieved.
Don't smile too early; from what I've seen, there are quite a few experts among the freshmen. There's Xiang Jie from Class 3, Su Jian from Class 5, and Ma Qiang from Class 9; they're all really strong, especially Xiang Jie, who's 1.93 meters tall and plays small forward. I've heard the provincial team is already interested in him. Sun Ming explained what he had gathered.
Oh! I haven't heard of them! Yan Yufeng said casually.
Just be careful; if you're not careful, you might trip and fall, and then you'll regret it! Sun Ming warned.
Don't worry, I never go easy on any opponent! Yan Yufeng said coldly.
Sun Ming stuck out his tongue, silently praying for anyone who would become Yan Yufeng's enemy.
The bus arrived at another stop, and a new passenger got on. Sun Ming glanced over absentmindedly and was stunned, murmuring, So tall!
Yan Yufeng heard this and looked up, also taken aback.
The newcomer was indeed very tall and had a sturdy build.
A boy, possibly taller than Yan Yufeng, with messy hair, wearing a loose black T-shirt and baggy shorts, held a basketball in his hand, looking indifferent as he scanned the bus, then swiped his card and walked to the back. As he passed by Yan Yufeng, he noticed Yan Yufeng's basketball, glanced at him, and continued walking.
Sun Ming waited a moment and then quietly said, That physique is impressive; could he be...?
Could he be from Huyun? Yan Yufeng interjected.
The two exchanged surprised glances, realizing they were both astonished.
My jersey! Sun Ming said with a pained expression.
Hehe! This is interesting! Yan Yufeng muttered to himself.
The bus continued to move for a while, and the onboard computer announced, Huyun Community has arrived. Passengers getting off, please exit from the back door.
Yan Yufeng and Sun Ming stood up and walked towards the back door. Suddenly, it got dark as someone else stood up; it was indeed that boy.
Looks like he is from Huyun! Yan Yufeng thought to himself.
The First Signs of Brilliance (Part Two)
The three of them got off the bus, and the boy turned around and asked, Are you guys here to play basketball at Huyun?
Yan Yufeng stared at him and said, From your tone, are you in charge of Huyun?
The boy looked puzzled and replied, Aren't you from Huyun?
Yan Yufeng chuckled and said, Aren't you from Huyun?
Of course not; I'm here to play basketball! the boy said seriously.
I think we're on the same page! Yan Yufeng realized they had misunderstood each other and couldn't help but laugh.
The boy laughed too, and the atmosphere became relaxed. Sun Ming took the opportunity to suggest, Since we're all here to challenge Huyun, why don't we team up and play three-on-three against the Huyun guys?
Sure, let's go challenge them! the boy readily agreed.
Sun Ming and Yan Yufeng exchanged glances; he seemed to have decent skills, so it looked promising.
With the plan set, the three of them walked inside.
The Huyun court was the main basketball court of the Huyun community, featuring five fully equipped basketball courts. Every day, the people playing there were from the Huyun community. In fact, each court had its regular players, and generally, outsiders weren't allowed to play. So if you wanted to join, you had to challenge the best player recognized by that court. One person could challenge the strongest player, three could play bullfight, and five could play a formal match. If you won, you would have the right to play there anytime; if you lost, sorry, leave your jersey behind and don't show up here again. Your jersey would be hung on a specially made rack next to the court, and the more jerseys hung, the stronger the court's reputation.
This was an unwritten rule at almost every court in Beiyang City, which was why Sun Ming was so troubled about his jersey.
Originally, Yan Yufeng planned to come for a one-on-one challenge, but now it seemed they would have to play bullfight. Thinking of this, he glanced at the boy, wondering: his physical condition is great, but I wonder how good his skills are.
After crossing a few flower-lined paths, they heard the familiar sound of basketballs bouncing, and the three of them quickened their pace. Turning a corner, the Huyun court suddenly came into view.
They saw people in various colored jerseys sprinting across the court. Yan Yufeng scanned the area and noticed quite a crowd, including several girls watching the game. The three walked while observing, finally focusing on the leftmost court.
As they approached, no one stopped them because each court had a rule called listening to the court, allowing them to check the skill level first. If they felt confident after watching, they could challenge; if they thought the players were too strong, they could leave without playing.
The three found a long bench and sat down. The Huyun court had a unique feature: long benches surrounded it in a trapezoidal shape, allowing for thousands of spectators during matches. The five courts were arranged in a star shape, with a dozen light poles lined up along the edges. Five large banyan trees shaded most of the sunlight, providing a comfortable resting spot for players to cool off.
To be honest, this was the first time Yan Yufeng had seen such a nice outdoor court. Sun Ming sighed, No wonder so many people want to play here; playing here is simply a pleasure!
The boy agreed, saying, Huyun's reputation seems well-deserved; no wonder the rack is filled with jerseys, haha! It looks like an international conference.
Yan Yufeng and Sun Ming looked at the high rack filled with jerseys, feeling amazed.
Hey, what's your name? the boy asked Yan Yufeng.
Yan Yufeng, with 'Yan' for color, 'Yu' for rain, and 'Feng' for peak, Yan Yufeng replied.
I'm Sun Ming, his best buddy, Sun Ming chimed in.
The boy smiled and said, What a coincidence, my name is Mo Feng. We both have 'Feng' in our names.
Mo? That's a strange name! Yan Yufeng remarked.
Is it? Your name is pretty cool too! Mo Feng laughed.
Mo Feng then asked, How many years have you been playing basketball?
Three years.
I've been playing for seven.
Oh, you started liking basketball early? Yan Yufeng was a bit surprised.
It's all my dad's fault; I remember starting to practice basketball in elementary school, Mo Feng said.
What position do you play? Sun Ming asked.
Small forward; I also play small forward on the school team.
You're on the school team? That's impressive! Sun Ming exclaimed.
I just got selected; it's no big deal! Mo Feng said, feeling a bit shy.
Which school are you from? Sun Ming was excited; this was a great opportunity to gather intel.
Second Middle School, how about you?
Second Middle School!? Yan Yufeng and Sun Ming exchanged glances, Wow, last year's champion of the Beiyang basketball tournament.
Anyone who can make it to the championship team must be good, Yan Yufeng couldn't help but reassess Mo Feng's strength.
We're from Twelfth Middle School, Yan Yufeng said slowly.
Twelfth Middle School? Not a bad team, fourth place last year. Are you on the school team? Mo Feng was also a bit surprised, personally thinking that this guy, who was only slightly shorter than him, must be quite strong, as he always had that proud and domineering vibe.
Not right now, but soon! Yan Yufeng said with certainty.
Oh! Hehe! Mo Feng laughed, thinking to himself: What a confident guy!
Yan Yufeng looked around the court and suddenly asked, What jersey are you wearing?
Number 4 of the Kings, Weber's jersey, Mo Feng replied.
You like Weber? Sun Ming asked. You guys are a bit alike.
Thanks for the compliment, Mo Feng said happily, it was obvious that Weber was his idol.
Will he stay? Yan Yufeng looked at the jersey fluttering on the pole and asked.
No one stays here, nobody has that ability, Mo Feng suddenly became very arrogant.
Seeing Mo Feng like this, Sun Ming thought: In this regard, he's just like Yan Yufeng.
Are we playing or not? Yan Yufeng asked.
Let's play! I haven't seen anyone impressive yet, could it be that Huyun is a paper tiger? Mo Feng mocked.
Sun Ming stood up, walked to the side of the court, and struck a metal plate hanging from a pole with an iron rod he had placed on the ground, the plate rang out crisply, echoing throughout the court. This was called knocking the court, representing that the challengers had arrived, issuing a challenge.
The players on the court showed angry expressions, daring to knock the court after hearing this, clearly looking down on their strength. A young man wearing a New Jersey Nets jersey walked over, looked at Sun Ming, and then glanced at Yan Yufeng and Mo Feng, saying, Want to fight?
Yeah, same old rules, best of three, Sun Ming replied casually.
The young man clearly saw that Sun Ming was an experienced challenger, and his expression changed, turning to walk towards the basketball court.
At this moment, those who heard the knock came running over, pointing and whispering at them.
Yan Yufeng had long been used to this, calmly tying his shoelaces.
Mo Feng, on the other hand, looked quite excited, carefully scouting the girls in the crowd.
Suddenly, Sun Ming ran over angrily, and as soon as he reached them, he shouted, We’ve been tricked! It turns out the experts from Huyun are all under the trees in the south of the court, it’s over! I saw a few guys almost 1.9 meters tall, so strong, each one like Schwarzenegger, what a bummer!
Yan Yufeng glanced at Mo Feng, who looked very interested, showing no signs of being scared, and even laughed, I see, I was worried it wouldn't be fun! Oh, they're coming!
Yan Yufeng turned to look, a few tall young men walked over, one wearing a number 21 jersey of the Timberwolves, another in a white tank top with the number 23 on the front. Suddenly, Yan Yufeng's gaze fixed on a shorter guy standing next to two who were probably both around 1.9 meters tall, making him appear even shorter. This guy was dressed very simply, just a plain red T-shirt with no number, wearing ordinary sports shorts, sporting a buzz cut, but his eyes had a fierce aura that seemed to say, Who dares? He walked in front, carefully observing them. A seemingly ordinary person, but Yan Yufeng felt that this inconspicuous guy was the boss of Huyun. He glanced at Mo Feng and found him also focused on this person, unable to help but sigh that Mo Feng had good eyesight, unlike Sun Ming.
Here to challenge, huh? said the guy in the number 21 jersey.
What else would I be doing here? Yan Yufeng replied coldly.
You're pretty cocky! the guy in the number 23 jersey retorted angrily.
Just a bit cocky! Yan Yufeng shot back.
You... the guy in 23 was about to curse, but the buzz-cut guy reached out and pulled him back, stepping forward and saying, Need a warm-up? If not, let's start now. His tone was very calm, showing no signs of anger.
Sure! Mo Feng agreed immediately.
Sun Ming looked at Mo Feng and muttered, What does 'sure' mean? Are we warming up or not? It's so unclear!
Idiot! Yan Yufeng slapped Sun Ming's head and stepped onto the court.
The buzz-cut guy thought that this handsome, arrogant guy must be the leader of the group, so he stepped forward to block Yan Yufeng, saying, You can call me Songzi, may I ask who you are?
Yan Yufeng stopped, looked down at the short guy, and said, I'm Yan Yufeng.
I'm Mo Feng, haha, I've heard about Huyun's reputation, so I came to see for myself, Mo Feng leaned in.
Hello, Huyun's reputation is built by everyone, it's nothing special, we all love basketball and just play! Songzi noticed that the two in front of him seemed quite friendly, and his tone softened a bit.
Huyun is strong, and you're impressive, but I'm here to win, Yan Yufeng said proudly, changing the subject.
... Songzi didn't expect Yan Yufeng to say something so cocky, left speechless.
Mo Feng frowned, not expecting Yan Yufeng to be so arrogant.
Number 21 was already furious, shouting, Stop talking nonsense, let's compete on the court and then brag!
Sun Ming laughed, Let's go! This kid had always been under Yan Yufeng's wing, so he was naturally quite arrogant.
The three of them stepped onto the court, surrounded by Huyun players who had gathered around the court. It had been a long time since anyone dared to challenge Huyun, and the players were all thinking: Just wait until you see how powerful we are, then you'll be crying.
Yan Yufeng didn't even glance around, staring at Songzi, coldly asking, Are you ready?
Songzi also returned to normal, his eyes filled with anger about to burst out, grinning, Let's start, let me see why you're so cocky!
Yan Yufeng disdainfully smiled, passed the ball to Sun Ming, while Mo Feng pressed towards the inside.
A match to determine whether Huyun was the strongest in the Huhai District finally began.
The first clash (Part Three)
Sun Ming dribbled the ball to the right arc outside the three-point line, and Songzi immediately came up to him. Sun Ming didn't hesitate and passed the ball to Yan Yufeng.
After receiving the ball, Yan Yufeng immediately dribbled to the left arc outside the three-point line, and number 21 rushed up, spreading his arms and waving in front of Yan Yufeng.
Yan Yufeng glanced and passed the ball to Sun Ming, who was cutting into the inside, then ran to the other side of the court, with number 21 following closely behind.
Sun Ming caught the ball without stopping, striding to the left arc bottom of the three-point line, made a change of direction, and squeezed towards the inside. Songzi had already blocked his path, and Sun Ming turned around, facing away from him, ready to back him down. Songzi sneered, expertly using his body to press up, but suddenly Sun Ming made a behind-the-back pass, bouncing the ball to Mo Feng, who had just rushed into the inside.
As soon as Mo Feng caught the ball, he turned and pretended to jump for a shot. Number 16 happened to arrive just in time, saw him jump, but realized he had lost sight of Mo Feng, knowing something was wrong. He landed, turned around, and saw the basketball had hit the backboard and gone in, while Mo Feng had already moved out to prepare for the inbound pass.
Sun Ming chuckled, looking at Songzi and said, An assist!
Sun Ming was deliberately trying to provoke Songzi, and from the current situation, it was clear that Songzi was the boss of Huyun, and he had disrupted his composure, so victory was naturally ours.
Songzi said nothing, just closely followed behind Sun Ming.
At this point, Mo Feng had already passed the ball, and the basketball was passed to Yan Yufeng. Yan Yufeng didn't stop, passing the ball diagonally to Sun Ming on the right side, who received the ball and dribbled to the right outer arc, signaling Mo Feng to cut into the right inside.
Songzi was always defending directly in front of Sun Ming. Sun Ming glanced at him, smiled, and suddenly accelerated to the right. Songzi tried to keep up quickly but crashed into Yan Yufeng, shouting that it was bad, realizing he had fallen for the pick-and-roll tactic. He quickly looked around, and number 23 had already switched to defend Sun Ming, feeling delighted, but suddenly found that Yan Yufeng had disappeared from his side. Turning his head, he saw Yan Yufeng had already charged to the basket, shouting loudly as he sprinted after him.
Sun Ming saw number 21 closing in, a sly smile appeared on his face, and he tossed the ball towards the inside.
Yan Yufeng, who had already reached the inside, leaped up to meet the basketball flying in from the air.
Everyone watching from the sidelines thought at the same time: Is he going for an alley-oop? No way!
They saw Yan Yufeng catch the basketball steadily in mid-air, without pausing, he made a behind-the-back pass, changing the direction of the ball, sending it in a parabolic arc towards Mo Feng, who was already lurking in the inside.
Meanwhile, number 16, who was defending Mo Feng, had been drawn to the leaping Yan Yufeng, losing his defensive position on Mo Feng. When he saw the basketball flying behind him, he couldn't help but shout, quickly turning his body, just in time to see Mo Feng leap high, catching the basketball from the left side of the rim, and with a powerful slam dunk, he scored.
It was indeed an alley-oop!
Mo Feng jumped high, his feet lifting off the ground, and with a showy gesture, he hung on the rim for a moment before reluctantly letting go and falling back down, shouting, Nice shot!
Sun Ming flew past Songzi, casually saying, An indirect assist!
Songzi's face turned cold, watching the dumbfounded number 16 suddenly curse, Useless guy!
Number 16's face turned red, having let Mo Feng score twice in front of him, and being scolded by the boss in front of so many people was truly embarrassing. Furious, he quickly walked towards Mo Feng, standing closely behind him, vowing not to let him score again.
Sun Ming laughed heartily, immediately standing in the inbound circle and passing the ball to Mo Feng.
Mo Feng knew exactly what Sun Ming meant, bending down to catch the ball, immediately taking a step back, distancing himself from number 16, and quickly turning to face him.
Seeing number 16's flushed face, Mo Feng smiled, and number 16 saw Mo Feng on his left shoulder, feeling alarmed: What speed!
Mo Feng sped past number 16, facing the incoming number 21, completely unconcerned. As number 21 just reached in front of him, his center of gravity was not stable, and with a quick move, number 21 retreated two steps. Mo Feng suddenly stopped, smiling at number 21, who was now at least two meters away from him. He glanced down at the three-point line, took a step back, and from outside the three-point line, he jumped for a shot. The ball traced a beautiful arc as it entered the basket, making a delightful sound as it brushed against the net: Swish!
Yan Yufeng clapped from the side, while Sun Ming shouted, Three points count as two, four to zero!
Songzi's face darkened, as he realized that number 16 was completely incapable of defending against this tall guy in Weber's number 4 Kings jersey. The only consolation was number 21, who hadn't let this cocky, handsome boy score yet, but it seemed he didn't care at all. And the most annoying was the short guy who couldn't stop talking; all the points were orchestrated by him.
Sun Ming looked at Mo Feng and said, Just one more point and we win the first game, buddy, give it your best!
Mo Feng chuckled, extending his hand, Pass me the ball, let me be the finisher for this first round!
The ball reached Mo Feng's hands, and number 16 instinctively took a step back, looking at number 21 and the boss, signaling for backup at a critical moment.
Mo Feng casually dribbled the ball up to number 16, looked into his eyes, and once again flashed a brilliant smile. Then suddenly, he made a change of direction, his whole body leaning sideways, the ball already on number 16's right side. Number 16, realizing this, desperately pressed up, shifting his weight entirely to the right, left hand outstretched to block Mo Feng. Songzi, watching from the side, couldn't help but think: He's got him!
The basketball bounced on the ground, Mo Feng's right shoulder pressed against number 16, left hand touching the ball, and with a leftward pivot, he quickly turned, easily standing on number 16's left side. He glanced at number 16, who had been knocked off balance by his right shoulder during the turn, facing an open lane with no defenders. Mo Feng shouted, accelerating forward, and as he stepped into the three-second zone, he jumped high, both hands holding the ball for a slam dunk. The rim buckled under the immense force of Mo Feng's hands and its own weight, emitting a creaking sound.
Sun Ming blew a whistle, shouting, Five to zero!
Songzi's expression changed, staring hard at Mo Feng, who was just landing from the rim, walking up to Sun Ming and dropping a line, There are still two rounds left, don't get too cocky! After saying that, he went to inbound the ball.
Mo Feng walked over, looking at the smiling Yan Yufeng and Sun Ming, muttering, What’s with you guys, letting me score alone while you just stand there grinning.
Yan Yufeng wasn't the least bit angry about not scoring a point, laughing, Letting you play Weber this time, and you're mad? Fine, next round I'll be the Kobe of Huyun!
Oh, so your idol is Kobe, haha, no wonder you're wearing the Lakers' number 8 jersey! Mo Feng glanced at Yan Yufeng's yellow Lakers jersey, suddenly realizing.
Hehe! Yan Yufeng just smiled lightly.
Are you ready? Songzi shouted from the inbound circle.
Sun Ming glanced at Yan Yufeng and Mo Feng, laughing, They can't wait!
Hehe, I can't wait to see your performance! Mo Feng looked at Yan Yufeng.
Yan Yufeng raised the corner of his mouth, saying nothing.
At this moment, the jersey was passed from Songzi's hands to number 21, but he immediately took a step forward, reaching out to ask for the ball from number 21. It seemed Songzi had become furious, determined to personally teach these arrogant guys a lesson!
Number 21 quickly passed the ball back to Songzi, who took a step forward with the ball, already charging towards Sun Ming.
Sun Ming took a deep breath, spreading his feet apart, lowering his center of gravity, and rhythmically moving in front of Songzi.
A hint of disdain flashed in Songzi's eyes as he made a move to the left, dribbling to break through.
Sun Ming thought to himself: To the left?
His center of gravity instinctively shifted to the left.
But Songzi suddenly made a quick switch to the right.
Sun Ming couldn't help but think: I've been tricked!
Since his center of gravity had already shifted to the left, Sun Ming could only watch helplessly as Songzi dribbled past him to the right. Songzi passed Sun Ming and reached outside the three-second zone, facing Yan Yufeng, who was rushing forward to defend, confidently making a fadeaway jumper at a 60-degree angle, while Yan Yufeng's block appeared utterly powerless.
The ball flew from Songzi's hands, swishing through the net.
The spectators finally erupted in cheers, loudly applauding.
Mo Feng glanced at the whole scene, walking up to Yan Yufeng and saying, He's a fadeaway expert, be careful next time!
Yan Yufeng turned around, looking at Mo Feng, suddenly smiling, This match is getting interesting!
Mo Feng was taken aback, saying, I thought you'd be discouraged!
Come on, friend, let them see what real basketball looks like! Yan Yufeng turned around, focusing on number 21, who was already dribbling towards them.
Seeing Yan Yufeng coming down low, Mo Feng's eyes revealed a hint of doubt for the first time.
The ball had been passed five times between number 21 and Matsuko, while number 16 was constantly using his strong physique to fight for a better position against Mo Feng.
Matsuko pretended to pass the ball to number 16, but Sun Ming immediately stood up, waving his hands to interfere. However, Matsuko suddenly crouched down and accelerated to the right, catching Sun Ming off guard as he shouted and chased after him, using his body to block Matsuko, who had already broken through to his right side.
Matsuko used his shoulder to push against Sun Ming, forcing him back a step, then immediately took a step back. Sun Ming felt he had lost his defensive position, sensing an opening, he jumped forward with his hands raised. Matsuko once again showed a disdainful look in his eyes, leaned back, and easily scored a mid-range shot over Sun Ming, who was about the same height.
The audience erupted in cheers, and Sun Ming turned to look at the basketball bouncing on the ground, cursing, Damn it!
Yan Yufeng walked over, patted Sun Ming, and said in a deep voice, I'll guard him.
At this moment, the crowd nearby began to cheer loudly for their team, ignited by Matsuko's two spectacular baskets, instantly erasing the overwhelming advantage that Yan Yufeng and the others had just created.
Mo Feng's face remained expressionless, calm and unperturbed.
The ball was in play again, and it was still Matsuko holding it, clearly wanting to take matters into his own hands to challenge Yan Yufeng and the others.
Yan Yufeng stood a meter away from Matsuko, arms outstretched, lowering his center of gravity, his eyes fixed intently on Matsuko.
Matsuko, seeing Yan Yufeng standing in front of him, was clearly a bit surprised and dared not recklessly break through, dribbling the ball outside the three-point line.
Yan Yufeng maintained a one-meter distance from him, leaving the baseline open and focusing on defending the middle.
Matsuko realized Yan Yufeng's strategy of leaving the baseline open to defend the middle, as he saw Mo Feng standing in the paint, ready to help defend. If Yan Yufeng came in for a double team then, it would be hard to make a shot.
With no other choice, Matsuko passed the ball to number 21, who had come out to receive it.
Number 21 caught the ball and, seeing Sun Ming, who was a few inches shorter than him, come out to defend, joyfully made a crossover dribble, switched to his right hand, and bravely drove inside. Sun Ming squeezed into the paint, matching his shoulder.
Under the pressure of Sun Ming's defense, number 21 felt uncomfortable, and seeing Mo Feng coming in from the side with his tall frame, he had no choice but to force a three-step layup. The ball barely grazed the rim, not even touching the net, and bounced up in the air, instantly grabbed by the high-jumping Mo Feng.
The initiative was finally back!
Mo Feng passed the ball to Yan Yufeng, who had been waiting outside the three-point line for a long time. Yan Yufeng caught the ball and made a fake shooting motion, causing number 16 to instinctively raise his center of gravity. He immediately sidestepped and accelerated past him, slanting past number 16. As number 21 turned around after missing the layup, he saw Yan Yufeng charging towards him, and number 21 quickly reached out to block.
Facing number 21, who was less than half a meter away, Yan Yufeng miraculously dribbled the ball with his left hand, then quickly turned his body halfway around. The ball was already in his right hand as he spun around in front of number 21, looking at the hoop less than a meter away. Yan Yufeng let out a low roar, and unbelievably, he jumped straight up from a standstill, as if in the blink of an eye, everyone couldn't believe what they were seeing as Yan Yufeng soared high, slamming the ball down with one hand, accompanied by a loud thud.
Everyone was stunned, while Yan Yufeng had already grabbed the ball from the ground and walked towards the free-throw line. When he reached Mo Feng, Mo Feng said, Awesome, that's the best dunk I've ever seen in real life!
Matsuko remained silent beside them, but you could see the astonishment in his eyes.
In the following game, Yan Yufeng shot high and drove low, weaving left and right, completely changing the course of the game, mercilessly crushing Matsuko's trio. If the first round was due to Mo Feng's outstanding performance benefiting from the trio's tacit cooperation, the second round was entirely Yan Yufeng's solo dance.
When the basketball brushed against the net with a swish, Yan Yufeng stood outside the three-second zone, slowly lowering his raised hand, coldly saying, You guys lost!
Matsuko stared blankly at the net swaying in the wind, and after a long while, walked over to Yan Yufeng, looking up at him and saying, From now on, the Lake Cloud Court is yours. You're welcome to come and play anytime!
Yan Yufeng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, I'll come. Your audience is crazy!
Matsuko suddenly smiled, glancing at the setting sun, and said, I should go now. See you later!
See you later! Yan Yufeng smiled back.
Can you tell me your name? Matsuko suddenly asked, eager to know who this person was that had defeated him single-handedly!
Yan Yufeng was taken aback for a moment, habitually touching his nose and said, I'm from Han Mountain, and there, everyone likes to call me 'Little Kobe'! He felt a bit embarrassed saying this.
Matsuko's eyes widened as he looked at Yan Yufeng for a long time, finally revealing a look of realization, So you're the Han Mountain basketball king 'Little Kobe'!
Now it was Yan Yufeng's turn to be surprised, chuckling, The basketball king doesn't mean much, just a bit of fame!
Matsuko perked up, So it's you! If you had said that earlier, we would have welcomed you to Lake Cloud long ago, no need for this match, haha!
Sun Ming leaned in, chuckling, Boss, turns out your reputation has already spread far and wide!
Yan Yufeng shot Sun Ming a glare and looked at Matsuko, Your lean back is pretty good. Teach me sometime when you have the chance!
Matsuko was taken aback, feeling a bit shy, and said with a grin, In the future, let's all practice together. No need to say anything about teaching or not!
Yan Yufeng nodded, See you later! After saying that, he walked out with Sun Ming, and Mo Feng quickly followed Yan Yufeng, casually saying, So you're the boss of Han Mountain, no wonder!
Sun Ming chimed in, How do you know?
Mo Feng replied, I was born in another city, just moved to Beiyang this year. When I joined the school team at San Zhong, the captain once mentioned a basketball king from Han Mountain with terrifying jumping ability and excellent dunks, and comprehensive skills. At that time, a teammate casually asked who was stronger between him and you. The MVP captain of last year's Beiyang High School Basketball League thought for a long time before saying, 'I don't even know who's stronger!' That got me interested in you, and I didn't expect to meet you today. You really are as strong as our captain said! Mo Feng looked at Yan Yufeng, softly saying the last part.
Yan Yufeng's heart surged with waves; he didn't expect last year's MVP, the soul of San Zhong, Tang Chaohui, to have such a high opinion of him. Feeling Mo Feng's gaze on him, he glanced at him and said, He overpraised me; you're also very impressive!
A spark of competitive spirit flashed in Mo Feng's eyes as he said, We'll meet again. Let's see who's stronger in the October basketball league!
Yan Yufeng didn't look at him anymore, staring ahead and said, Don't worry, I've been waiting for this day for three years!
Three years? Mo Feng asked, puzzled.
We started liking basketball after watching the Beiyang High School League three years ago! Sun Ming interjected.
You've only been playing basketball for three years? Mo Feng exclaimed.
What's so strange about that? Yan Yufeng asked, puzzled by Mo Feng's surprised expression.
Woo...! I've been playing basketball for seven years, starting formal training in the second grade of elementary school. You've only been playing for three years and are already this good! Mo Feng looked like he was about to cry.
... Yan Yufeng and Sun Ming were speechless.
As they fell silent, the three of them had already reached the spot where they had just gotten off the bus, and a number 8 bus drove by.
Yan Yufeng immediately said to Mo Feng, Let's go. Remember, see you at the league!
Mo Feng also put away his dejected expression and shouted, Okay, see you at the league!
As they waved goodbye, Yan Yufeng and Sun Ming jumped onto the stopped number 8 bus, which paused for a moment before closing its doors and continuing on its way.
Sun Ming, sitting by the window, looked at the gradually fading figure of Mo Feng and said to Yan Yufeng beside him, Yufeng, he's already been conquered by you!
Yan Yufeng shook his head and said softly, He hasn't been conquered by me; he only admires me. In fact, he's eager for a showdown with me, and I feel the same way. Conquering can only be done on the court.
Sun Ming pondered, looking at Yan Yufeng, who was still sweating and had a mysterious coolness about him as they began to play basketball. He secretly thought: What kind of person will he become in the future? No one can predict!
The Dawn of Brilliance (The End)
March 1, 2003
Da Qin Bingbing
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