blogombal Chapter 102
Chapter 102
Cheng Yuxin sat in the crowd, her hands gripping her trousers above her knees, her knuckles turning white.
Her eyes followed Lin Feng the whole time.
The way he runs on the field is completely different from three months ago. Back then, he ran like a toddler just learning to walk; now—he runs like the wind.
Zhao Lei serves.
He dribbled to the three-point line, stopped, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
The first game had been going on for over twenty minutes and was still not over.
He glanced at the score—six to six.
She glanced at Lin Feng again.
The young man stood opposite him, bent over, arms outstretched, eyes fixed on him. He was breathing slightly heavily, but his gaze was as steady as a rock.
Zhao Lei suddenly remembered something.
Three months ago, in front of Starbucks, he shoved that kid. The kid fell to the ground, his back hitting the concrete, and he didn't get up for a long time.
At that time, he thought that kid was a good-for-nothing.
He doesn't think that way anymore.
Zhao Lei dribbled, accelerated, and broke through to the right. Lin Feng followed, Zhao Lei stopped abruptly, faked a shot—Lin Feng jumped.
Zhao Lei smiled.
He leaned against Lin Feng while shooting a basket.
The ball is released.
The whistle blew.
"Defensive foul. Two free throws."
Lin Feng landed and looked at Zhao Lei.
Zhao Lei stood at the free-throw line and smiled.
"You're still too green."
He takes the free throw.
The first one went in. Seven to six.
The second one went in too. Eight to six.
Zhao Lei is leading by two points.
Cheng Yuxin was in the stands, biting her lip.
The man in the gray cotton-padded jacket next to him shook his head.
"Zhao Lei is too experienced. That kid in the white shirt has good skills, but he lacks experience. Zhao Lei has been using this trick to draw fouls for years."
Cheng Yuxin ignored him.
She looked at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng stood on the field, his face expressionless.
He picked up the ball and walked back to the three-point line.
Zhao Lei stood in front of him, his hands outstretched.
Lin Feng dribbles at a very slow pace.
He stared into Zhao Lei's eyes.
Then he dribbled to the right—Zhao Lei followed. Lin Feng stopped abruptly, crossed his arms, and changed direction to the left—Zhao Lei followed again.
But Lin Feng didn't shoot this time.
He dribbled the ball and took a step back, creating some distance.
Then he accelerated and drove straight to the basket.
Zhao Lei chased after him and jumped up to block the shot.
Lin Feng jumped too.
In mid-air, he switched the ball from his right hand to his left, slipped it under Zhao Lei's arm, and flicked it gently.
The ball grazed the backboard and went in.
"Eight to seven."
Someone in the stands shouted "Bravo!"
Cheng Yuxin's eyes lit up.
Zhao Lei landed, looked back at the basket, then at Lin Feng.
That reverse layup—the move wasn't flashy, but it was effective. And it was done under pressure, requiring very strong body control.
"You've been practicing for three months?" he asked again.
Lin Feng nodded.
Zhao Lei remained silent for two seconds.
Then he went back and served.
Eight to eight.
Lin Feng tied the score.
Nine to eight.
Zhao Lei is in the lead.
Nine to nine.
Lin Feng tied the score.
Ten to nine.
Zhao Lei is in the lead.
Ten to ten.
Lin Feng tied the score.
The people in the stands began to whisper among themselves.
"The score was 10-10 in the first game."
"Zhao Lei is in good form today, it's just that that kid is too strong."
"Ten to ten, whoever gets eleven points first wins. The crucial point."
Zhao Lei serves.
He dribbled to the three-point line, stopped, and took a deep breath.
He looked at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng also looked at him.
The two stared at each other for two seconds.
Zhao Lei dribbled and drove to the right—Lin Feng followed. Zhao Lei stopped abruptly, faked a shot—Lin Feng didn't jump.
Zhao Lei was stunned for a moment.
He can only actually shoot.
The ball is released.
Lin Feng jumped up, stretching his hand as high as he could.