“Ah!”

A sudden scream echoed across the basketball court.

The ball had been ruthlessly slammed down, landing on the crew-cut guy’s shoulder, causing him to grimace in pain and clutch his shoulder, gasping. His face contorted in a grimace, anger flaring up instantly. He glared and shouted angrily, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Qin Luo, who had just landed back on the ground, chuckled. “It’s just a game, mishaps happen. Isn’t that what you said?”

Veins bulged on the buzz-cut guy’s forehead. He glared and moved to grab Qin Luo’s collar.

Wang Chuan, standing nearby, suddenly shouted, “Stop talking and get back to the game.”

The crew-cut guy hesitated, knowing that Wang Chuan didn’t want any more complications. He shot Qin Luo a fierce glare but said nothing more.

At the moment, he noticed that the noisy basketball court had suddenly gone silent, as if everyone around had vanished. He looked around in confusion and saw that people were still watching, but their expressions had changed. They no longer looked like they were watching a spectacle; instead, they seemed shocked, with some even gaping as if they had seen something incredible. Their eyes were all on Qin Luo.

The crew-cut guy felt a shiver of fear. The height of Qin Luo’s leap was astonishing, and the force with which he slapped the ball down was immense. Ordinary people might just feel a bit of pain, but his shoulder was throbbing as if it had been hit by a block of iron.

What was going on with this guy? How could he jump so high? Had he been playing weak all along?

The crew-cut guy bit his lip. Meeting Qin Luo’s mocking gaze, he remembered the words Qin Luo had said before the game: “Do you really think I’m here just to play basketball with you?”

Yes, he wasn’t here to play basketball. He was here to humiliate him!

The crew-cut guy’s anger flared up again. He picked up the ball and, without a word, launched a sudden attack on Qin Luo, aiming to knock him down and get revenge for the earlier humiliation.

However, Qin Luo didn’t dodge. He adjusted his stance and met the crew-cut guy head-on.

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, the two collided. Qin Luo took a step back, but the crew-cut guy stumbled back four or five steps.

“Ugh…”

The crew-cut guy groaned, feeling like he had collided with a solid wall. His shoulder was burning with pain. “Damn, what’s with this guy? He’s so tough!”

His anger diminished significantly. He glanced at Qin Luo with a mix of fear and frustration.

From the sidelines, Li Xuan shouted angrily, “What, you can’t take it? Trying to foul, huh?”

This triggered more jeers from the crowd, making the crew-cut guy’s face turn even darker.

Qin Luo waved his hand dismissively, indicating he didn’t care. He narrowed his eyes and smirked, “Come on, keep going.”

“Damn it…”

The crew-cut guy gritted his teeth, picked up the ball, and started dribbling, looking for an opening. Qin Luo stood still, not even taking a defensive stance, as if inviting him to break through.

‘This guy’s strength is terrifying. I can’t go head-to-head with him. I need to win this game first and then settle the score!’

The crew-cut guy made up his mind. After taking a deep breath, he dribbled around Qin Luo and jumped for a shot at the free-throw line.

But history repeated itself.

A shadow suddenly appeared, blocking his vision. In the crew-cut guy’s widened eyes, a large hand slammed down on the ball with a loud ‘bang,’ sending it crashing to the ground. The crew-cut guy quickly dodged, seeing the ball bounce high into the air, his heart pounding.

If that had hit my face, my nose would be broken…

The crew-cut guy swallowed hard, breaking into a cold sweat. For the first time in his life, he felt a strong urge to escape from a basketball game.

Qin Luo, after landing, looked down at him and said, “You can admit defeat and go apologize.”

The crew-cut guy’s face twitched, feeling deeply humiliated. He gritted his teeth and cursed, “Screw you!”

Qin Luo stood there expressionless, not saying a word. But the crew-cut guy understood the unspoken message: continue!

‘This guy is like a monster. He jumps so high, blocks shots with such force, and is incredibly tough. If he hits me with the ball again, my shoulder might be done for. I can’t break through him, and he’s fast enough to catch up even if I get past him.’

The crew-cut guy took a deep breath. His pride wouldn’t allow him to lose face in front of so many people. He needed to score one more point to win and restore his dignity.

48 to 8. He only needed one more shot… but he couldn’t score normally. What should he do?

Got it!

‘I can let him shoot. This guy’s shooting skills are terrible. If I get the rebound, I can counterattack and score. Yes, that will work!’

Feeling confident in his plan, the crew-cut guy tossed the ball to Qin Luo and said, “Your turn.”

Qin Luo looked at him. “You sure?”

“Stop talking and shoot!”

Qin Luo nodded and switched places with the crew-cut guy. He glanced at the hoop. It used to seem out of reach, but today, he was going to conquer it.

“Boom”—Qin Luo dribbled the ball hard, letting it bounce back into his hands. He charged forward.

The crew-cut guy’s eyes widened.

Crap!

‘He’s not shooting; he’s going for a dunk!’

Instinctively, the crew-cut guy moved to defend but feared another collision, so he retreated under the hoop. He watched as Qin Luo reached the free-throw line, bent his knees, and leaped high into the air. His slender body stretched out like a drawn bow, heading straight for the basket with a powerful dunk.