Chapter 105: MVP! [Fourth Watch]

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Liu Yang glanced back at him with a heavy heart and said, “No, besides Zhang Yifei, no one on the school team can dunk. Maybe it’s just a rumor. I’ll go check it out.”

Although it hadn’t been confirmed yet, hearing Liu Yang say this made Cao Shuang feel a bit secretly pleased.

He smiled and said, “If there’s a second person at No. 7 Middle School who can dunk, wouldn’t that shake Zhang Yifei’s godlike status in basketball?”

Liu Yang snorted coldly. “That’s a minor issue. This match is very important for Zhang Yifei. He has to win.”

Hearing this, Cao Shuang’s eyes flickered.

Important match?

Could this game hold some deeper significance for Zhang Yifei?

“Where’s Zhang Yifei?”

“After the game, he went to the cafeteria with his girlfriend.”

“Why does Zhang Yifei have to win so badly this time?”

Upon hearing this, Liu Yang gave Cao Shuang an annoyed look. “What’s it to you? Do you think we’re that close? If it weren’t for your grade supervisor at the cafeteria last time, I wouldn’t be so polite!”

Cao Shuang sneered, “As if I’m scared of you.”

Since Liu Yang wasn’t going to say more, Cao Shuang didn’t press further.

He knew that Zhang Yifei’s father had a grudge against Lu Yuanqiu, so he cared a bit about anything related to Zhang Yifei—because Lu Yuanqiu certainly would.

The two of them ran and talked, finally arriving beside the first basketball court in the north basketball area.

By now, it was packed with people—so packed that it was barely possible to squeeze through.

“Hey, damn it, make way!”

Liu Yang stood outside the human wall and shouted.

Compared to Cao Shuang, Liu Yang was still too gentle.

Cao Shuang just grabbed someone and shoved them aside. Most seniors recognized him and dared not protest.

Seeing Cao Shuang’s aggressive way of clearing a path, Liu Yang smartly followed, pushing through the crowd behind him.

Soon, the two finally got a clear view inside the court.

Cao Shuang’s expression visibly shifted to surprise. “Holy crap! Class 28?!”

“Isn’t that Brother Qiu’s class?! They’re playing against Class 29!”

Liu Yang frowned. “Lu Yuanqiu?”

Cao Shuang laughed excitedly. “Damn, who made that dunk? Was it Brother Qiu?!”

Hearing his question, Zhang Bowen, the sports committee member from Class 28 standing nearby, said proudly, “It was our Lu Yuanqiu! So cool! He dunked right at the start!”

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“No way?! My Brother Qiu can dunk?!”

Cao Shuang grabbed his shoulder, joyfully stunned to the point of stumbling over his words.

“Why would I lie? Since the start, Lu Yuanqiu’s already dunked four times!”

Zhang Bowen straightened his collar, displeased that Cao Shuang messed up his clothes.

Liu Yang’s expression grew serious.

Lu Yuanqiu again. No wonder Zhang Yifei had specifically told him to keep a special eye on this guy. Could Lu Yuanqiu really dunk, too?

At that moment, Class 28 was on offense.

The ball was in Zheng Yifeng’s hands!

Su Miaomiao’s gaze was firmly fixed on him.

Zheng Yifeng dribbled swiftly before Mao Sheng—between his legs, behind his back, every move sleek and stylish. Each bounce of the ball matched perfectly with the background music.

“Ho ho ho ho ho!”

“Bang bang bang bang bang!” Seeing Mao Sheng’s dizzy eyes fixed on the ball, a smirk curled on Zheng Yifeng’s handsome face. He faked a move to the right, tricking Mao Sheng, then swiftly turned left to break free. He made a three-step layup, but instead of scoring, he deliberately bounced the ball off the backboard.

The ball flew backward. A shadow darted behind him at lightning speed—Lu Yuanqiu leapt high, caught the rebounding ball with his left hand, even switching it midair from left to right hand between his legs, and slammed it into the hoop with a powerful dunk.

Landing, Lu Yuanqiu grinned cheekily and pointed his thumbs at the lettering on the back of his jersey, then gave a high-five to Zheng Yifeng in perfect sync.

“Ah!!!!!!!”

The crowd erupted in screams, especially the girls’ shrill, piercing screams.

“Zheng Yifeng! Zheng Yifeng!”

“Lu Yuanqiu! Lu Yuanqiu!”

“Together! Together!”

Hearing this, Lu Yuanqiu frowned and wagged his index finger at the girls. “No, no, no, don’t ship us randomly!”

He glanced toward Bai Qingxia standing behind the iron fence. The girl shyly smiled, clutching her backpack. Lu Yuanqiu smiled back and bounced away.

His response only triggered more screams from the girls. “We don’t care!!!”

Damn... the one dunking is really my Brother Qiu!

Cao Shuang, outside the court, dramatically raised his arms and scratched his buzz cut, both shocked and thrilled.

“Brother Qiu, why’d you keep your dunking skills a secret from me!”

His desperate voice was drowned by the crowd’s screams and the music.

By halftime, Class 28’s score was 39 against Class 29’s 7.

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Class 28: 39 points! Class 29: 7 points!

During the halftime break, cheerleaders in short skirts and crop tops took the court, swaying their snow-white thighs and supple waists to the music.

Wang Haoran gazed dreamily at Hu Caiwei among the cheerleaders, while Chen Fei from the cheer squad was full of love watching Zheng Yifeng drink water, nearly missing a beat.

On Class 29’s side, the atmosphere was somber and tense.

Mao Sheng’s team watched the cheerleaders’ dance, then turned to look at Class 28, suddenly all five of them widened their eyes.

Three big pink behinds were shaking toward them.

Zhong Jincheng, Lu Yuanqiu, and Gao Qiang mimicked the cheerleaders, one hand behind their heads, the other on their hips, backs to Class 29. They swayed their hips seductively to the cheer music.

Outside the fence, Bai Qingxia buried her face in her backpack, stifling a giggle.

Zheng Yifeng sipped water, barely holding back laughter at the scene, while Wang Haoran looked away, embarrassed by his teammates.

Liu Wei didn’t stop her students but instead smirked at Zeng Yan, who angrily turned her head and ignored her.

The basketball game had two halves. In the second half, Class 28 again dominated Class 29 completely.

Final score: 70 to 15!

Class 28: 70 points, Class 29: 15 points!

In 20 minutes, Lu Yuanqiu dunked ten times!

Twice as many as Zhang Yifei!

Undeniably the MVP!

Cao Shuang outside was more excited than any other spectator. His own match was about to start, yet he still pointed at Lu Yuanqiu and shouted, “Brother Qiu!!! Meet me on the first floor of the cafeteria for dinner! You better wait for me!”

Lu Yuanqiu smiled and made an “OK” sign from afar.

When the game ended, Lu Yuanqiu stood on the court and turned to see Zheng Yifeng, Zhong Jincheng, Wang Haoran, and Gao Qiang each opening a bottle of mineral water and pouring it over their steaming heads.

Lu Yuanqiu opened the last bottle Bai Qingxia had given him. Just as he was about to pour it over his hot head like the others, he looked up and caught sight of the girl’s delicate hand gripping the fence tightly, her eyes quietly meeting his.

He paused, then smiled, moving the bottle away from his head and taking a sip instead.

Heh heh, delicious!

(End of chapter)