Chapter 179: There’s Something Dirty, I’m Not Playing Anymore

The bell rang, signaling the start of the third class.

Liu Yang dragged the Class Banner in from outside, looking dejected, and passed the aisle where the three of them sat side-by-side.

The three of them watched Liu Yang intently.

“Brother Yang is awesome.”

“Cheer up, don’t lose Face.”

“Here’s the Iced Black Tea I brought you. You deserve this.” Jiang Nian shoved the Iced Black Tea into Liu Yang’s arms. “Honestly, you didn’t sell out your brothers for glory, right?”

Liu Yang looked slightly speechless, clutching the Iced Black Tea.

“The points were deducted from Class Four. Do you think I dared to speak up?”

“Good.” Jiang Nian patted his shoulder. “A good Cadre of Class Three, worth cultivating.”

Hearing the commotion over there, Zhou Yuting withdrew her gaze.

If someone hadn’t told her during the Morning Run, she absolutely wouldn’t have believed it.

The person who ran like a monkey was actually the class’s number one in Comprehensive Science.

Does Heaven always open a window when it closes a door?

Yang Qiming had been frowning ever since returning from the Morning Run. He saw his ex-girlfriend, a junior high schoolmate from the second grade level, enter the Cafeteria with a boy.

Watching them chat and laugh, he stood stunned amidst the crowd.

Is this damn thing a Cafeteria?

It’s clearly a Wedding Ceremony!

It was a bright, sunny noon, but his heart felt like a sudden downpour had started, instantly drowning his already damp mood, as if falling into a black abyss.

What made Yang Qiming sad wasn’t the breakup, but the cliff-like, abrupt breakup.

At least give me a reason!

Even if she said her mother died, she was too sad, and wanted to focus on studying, that would be acceptable!

It has dragged on from before the last exam until now, without an answer.

He really didn’t understand. He hadn’t said anything excessive at the Milk Tea Shop. Why did she suddenly get angry and then break up so abruptly?

“Brother Yang, class is starting.” Huang Cailang reminded him across Zhou Yuting. “What’s wrong with you? You looked like you lost your soul coming upstairs. Could it be…”

Yang Qiming let out a long sigh, looking utterly haggard.

“It’s her.”

Zhou Yuting was extremely annoyed; hearing the voice of Sadness Bro made her want to vomit. Couldn’t he stop being so awkward? He kept popping out to stab people every now and then.

She couldn’t stand it, she really had to.

The third class ended amidst Yang Qiming’s sighs. Zhou Yuting pressed her temples. Class was too exhausting, especially with this idiot next to her constantly sighing.

Teacher lecturing, x = sighing.

No joke, sometimes she really wanted to call the police.

“Quick, quick, quick! red stone team, occupy the court, occupy the court!”

“Got it! You want me to jump down and occupy the court, huh!” Liu Yang walked out holding the ball, and asked with a casual glance, “Luo Yong, are you going?”

“No, I’m going to play games and research item builds.”

Jiang Nian usually didn’t participate in these things, at most joining mid-game to shoot one ball and leave. But since he had a Mission, he’d play casually and tick it off.

He stood up and left his seat, turning his head to look at Zhang Ningzhi again.

“I’m going down to play some ball.”

Zhang Ningzhi stopped writing and turned to look at him.

“Oh.”

Oh?

That’s weird. Such a flat reaction. Doesn’t like basketball, huh?

Xiao Heizi.

Jiang Nian bent down and walked around the desk to look at Zhang Ningzhi’s expression. Is she a Xiao Heizi? Once I find evidence, I’ll arrest you on the spot.

Zhang Ningzhi felt embarrassed by his gaze and buried her head, trying to avoid him.

He squatted down by his seat, looking up diagonally from under the desk.

The Anti-Fan has revealed her true colors, let me see. However, he only saw Zhang Ningzhi’s slightly flushed Face.

“Damn it, why is the Homeroom Teacher downstairs helping his class occupy the court!”

“It’s red stone time! What’s the point of Old Liu being alive?!”

“Look at other people’s Homeroom Teachers!”

“Forget it, this court isn’t bad either. Retreating a step opens up a vast sea and sky.”

The court was messy, with two or three balls flying in the air.

Further away, several girls were strolling arm-in-arm, or sitting side-by-side on the flower beds near the fitness equipment.

The autumn sky was azure, and the sunlight was warm.

“Bang!”

A Badminton Shuttlecock flew high up. Wu Jungu squinted, looking up.

His school uniform was neat and clean, his figure looked thin. His back was slightly hunched, and the wind lifted his black hair, making him look particularly listless.

On a clear autumn day, not far away.

Yu Zhiyi took everything in. She frowned slightly, almost imperceptibly. Seeing this scene didn’t evoke any feeling of pity, only exhaustion.

She had to make things clear; she couldn’t drag this on any longer.

As she thought this, she turned around, and a figure brushed past her. The person glanced at her, and the second glance was at her Face, yet it was surprisingly direct.

Ptooey! Shameless!

But since Jiang Nian was good-looking, Yu Zhiyi couldn’t be bothered to argue with him.

Furthermore, she had something on her mind, thinking about how to talk to Wu Jungu later. Distracted, she headed in another direction and quickly disappeared.

P.E. class was still the same routine: assembly, running laps, exercises, dismissal.

After the whole routine, only Ma Guojun broke a light sweat, which wasn’t a big deal.

Jiang Nian needed to complete a Mission, so he blended into the basketball group. Fierce beasts always travel alone, but brute beasts don’t need to abide by this law of the strong.

A few scoundrel friends walked toward the Basketball Court together, not only linking arms but also scheming against each other.

“We’re playing half-court later, right? I’m not very good at dribbling.”

“Let’s shoot a few loose ones first, give your brother some Face.”

“I’m not very good at playing, so go easy on me later.” Li Hua, who played basketball every day, said this without any shame. “Holy cow, how come you’re here too, you son of a b*tch?”

Jiang Nian glanced at him, the corner of his mouth slowly curling up.

“I’m not very good either. I just came to run around and work up a sweat.”

“Damn, this game is pointless now.” Li Hua looked desolate and immediately gave up. “There’s something dirtier than me here. I won’t say who, but I can’t play.”

Sun Zhicheng was on another court, seriously dribbling the ball between his legs.

Usually, the first few minutes on the court are spent shooting loose balls, finding the feel, with two or three balls flying simultaneously.

Li Hua’s side had already started grouping up. After all, they were Class Three’s first-tier standard players.

They couldn’t waste too much time on loose balls; just shoot a few. If they needed to build up momentum, they should go build it up in the bathroom.

Sun Zhicheng continued to dribble, the ball forcefully pressed down and bouncing back up. It constantly rubbed against his palm and fingertips; this feeling of controlling the laws of physics intoxicated him.

Even if he were to challenge Jordan to a one-on-one, he wouldn’t be afraid.

He dribbled quite self-forgetfully, alternating between crossovers and Allen Iverson’s change of direction. Swaying back and forth, he unconsciously drifted to the adjacent court.

Huang Cailang had just shot a ball, then turned to look at Sun Zhicheng. He scratched his head and asked Brother Dong.

“Brother Dong, what is Sun Zhicheng doing?”

Lin Dong was warming up and hadn’t noticed Sun Zhicheng. When he turned his head, he couldn’t help but be stunned.

“He might be… dancing.”

Sun Zhicheng had entered a mysterious and profound state, and his dribbling tricks were increasing. Anyone looking at him would think he was a great player.

In reality, he did have fundamental skills, so no one paid attention to him.

In a trance, Sun Zhicheng noticed Chen Yunyun walking toward him.

His muscles immediately stiffened, and he became even more excited, his dribbling becoming increasingly flawless.

At this moment, he felt terrifyingly strong.

Perhaps he shouldn’t be here; he should be on the NBA court!

The next second, Chen Yunyun walked past him.

Like a guitar string snapping, a kite line breaking, the world began to turn upside down.

The ball… slipped. For the first time, it escaped Sun Zhicheng’s control. The intoxicating friction disappeared, and then he watched helplessly as the ball bounced forcefully and hit…

He made a mistake. Geniuses are not allowed to make mistakes.

Especially in such a humiliating posture, half-kneeling on the sports field. He wasn’t injured, but his dignity was shattered.

At this moment, Sun Zhicheng felt despair.

However, ten seconds passed, and there was still no movement around him.

He looked up and realized he had drifted to the center line of the adjacent court. Lin Dong’s group had already started playing team ball, and no one had noticed him at all.

Chen Yunyun seemed to be trying to join Jiang Nian’s group, standing on the sidelines talking.

He sighed in relief. Luckily, no one saw.

【Mission: Play a basketball game. Reward: Precision (Elementary) (Completed).】

As Jiang Nian expected, the reward wasn’t much, so the Mission was quite easy to complete.

He looked down at his arm and rotated it gently, as if trying to find the feeling of Bu Jingyun’s Qilin Arm.

He shouldn’t be here; he should be at the Draft.

Just kidding, he didn’t have the feeling of 100% accuracy.

He tested it briefly: if he shot randomly from any position within the half-court, the probability of the ball going in was over ninety percent.

In other words, he was already a God Shooter in the eyes of ordinary people.

More importantly, he had a feeling that whatever he threw should go in, as long as it wasn’t too ridiculous, like throwing a straw into a milk tea cup.

Paper wads, pens, spoons—he should be able to throw them into a designated spot from a distance.

So, what was the use?

Hmm. Obviously, this skill has wide applications, but its greatest use should be showing off.

“…How about I team up with you?”

Chen Yunyun’s words pulled him back from his daze.

Team up with a girl? Will we even get rebounds?

But these weren’t things Jiang Nian needed to worry about. Regarding Chen Yunyun’s suggestion, he agreed almost without thinking.

“Sure.”

As the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility. Li Hua understood a truth.

If you want happiness, even if you don’t have the goods, you must forcefully show off.

When exposed, just give an embarrassed smile, ‘You naughty ghost (takes off shirt), you have a crush on me, right? Paying so much attention to me, you finished peeping at me again (takes off pants).’

Moreover, he was terrifyingly strong now.

“I’m making a separate group! For the sake of fairness, Chen Yunyun and I will be a team of two.” Jiang Nian shouted the most boastful words, and the court instantly fell silent.

Two seconds later, the Rebellious Son Li Hua pointed at him and immediately burst into violent laughter.

“Nian, if you’re so amazing, why don’t you play against Jordan?”

“A team of two, hahaha!!”

Li Hua laughed so hard he couldn’t stand straight, half-leaning on Ma Guojun, and continued to mock.

“You and Chen Yunyun, hahaha!!”

Everyone on the court was amused by Li Hua, and Jiang Nian’s arrogant expression was ridiculous.

Six minutes later.

Li Hua picked up the three-pointer Jiang Nian had just scored from outside the court, remained silent for a full five seconds, and threw the ball back.

“My study addiction is flaring up. You guys play first.”