The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 368 - 358: The Return of the Fourth!

"Goddammit! Dalu, what the hell was that defense? How did you let that American bastard make a layup?"

On the basketball court, Li Qiuzhe, the boss of Dorm 708, yelled indignantly as he watched the score gap widen to twenty points.

"How did I defend? You should be asking how someone my height is supposed to defend! I don’t get it. I’m barely 1.7 meters tall and have never played a single official game in my life. Did you really think dragging me out here to fill a spot wouldn’t just make me easy pickings? Huh?! These bastards are all semi-pros! The longer we play, the more pathetic we look!" Wang Dalu threw his hands up and complained helplessly.

He had been firmly against this so-called scrimmage from the very beginning. But his boss, Li Qiuzhe, was overconfident. Relying on his height and the basketball skills that used to make his high school classmates question their very existence, he had impulsively challenged the international students’ team. He even dragged Wang Dalu along, despite his protests that he couldn’t play. To Brother Ze from the Northeast, it didn’t matter if you could play or not; he alone, a king-tier player, could carry this bunch of bronze-leaguers to victory!

But he never expected the reality of the situation. He was no king, and every one of the international students was a seasoned player who easily wiped the floor with them. With such a massive skill gap, getting thrashed was inevitable!

"Quit your yelling! What’s the damn point? The only reason we’ve scored at all is because Wolf Bro got lucky with two three-pointers! Shit, otherwise, we’d have a big fat goose egg! The first quarter isn’t even over. Look at their score, then look at ours: 26 to 6! Boss, how could you be so reckless as to issue a challenge that just pumps them up while stomping on our own pride?" Zhu Houqing was on the verge of tears. He had a few skills, but against this squad of well-coached bastards, his fancy moves only served to confuse himself.

Amid the trio’s bitter complaints, Li Yunzhe and the tall guy from his dorm, 709, kept their heads down in silence.

What was there to say?

They knew they were in for a beating the moment they stepped on the court. But cowering under the tyranny of Brother Ze from the Northeast, they had no choice but to show up and endure the humiliation.

"Dammit! If only Fourth Bro were here, these bastards would be the ones questioning their existence!" Li Qiuzhe sighed with wistful longing.

Although he had never witnessed how terrifying Qin Fan’s basketball skills were, he figured it was a given. A guy who can generate that much force just by throwing a paper wad? Crushing these foreign bastards would be a piece of cake!

Hearing this, the others stopped paying attention to him.

If Fourth Bro were here, do you think he would have let this meathead make such a challenge in the first place? Damn! This is what you call asking for it. Serves him right!

"Hey, big bros! How about this? Those bastards aren’t playing fair. The only reason Brother Ze issued the challenge was because they provoked us, saying we Huaxia people can’t play basketball. Things being what they are, we definitely can’t beat them in a real game. So... why don’t we play dirty and take them out? We’re going to lose face no matter what, so what’s a little more? What do you say? Does my proposal pass the council of big bros?" Li Yunzhe from dorm 709 sidled up and made a sinister suggestion.

"Whoa! Hold on. I’m just realizing, you’re not just shameless, you’re also this vicious and sneaky?" Li Qiuzhe said, tilting his head to look at Wolf Bro.

"My bad, Brother Ze! You’re right. We’ll fight them head-on! Every point we score is a victory!" Li Yunzhe said, shrinking back.

"Don’t back down now! We’ll do exactly what you said. To deal with bastards like these, we have to play dirty! Fuck it, we’re going for low blows! Let’s cripple every last one of them! Wolf, don’t you know martial arts? The big American is yours! I’ll take the guys from Japan and Korea. Houqing, the Indian is yours! Dalu, you handle the Thai guy who looks like a ladyboy! That’s settled!" Li Qiuzhe slapped his thigh, having assigned their targets.

"Brother Ze, what about me? Who do I take out? The ref?" another member of dorm 709, who Li Yunzhe had roped into this, asked with wide eyes.

Take out the ref?

"Shit! You just focus on inbounding the ball, you useless oaf! The ref is one of our own Huaxia people! If you really want to hit someone, go hit yourself!" Li Qiuzhe rolled his eyes at the student in utter disdain.

For fuck’s sake... how did this idiot even get into Jinling University?

For the first time all day, Brother Ze from the Northeast felt a pang of intellectual superiority.

"Hey, Huaxia people, what are you doing? Are you going to inbound the ball or not? Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the score gap getting wider. You’re going to lose by at least a hundred points today! Haha, you heard me, at least a hundred!"

Across the court, the hawk-nosed American student saw that their huddle was dragging on and began to taunt them in his terribly broken Chinese.

"Motherfucker! Shit! Wolf, you get that hawk-nosed bastard! Fucking hell, if he walks off this court in one piece, you might as well go slit your own throat!" Brother Ze from the Northeast hissed, grinding his teeth in a mix of fury and shame.

Lose by a hundred points? At this rate, a hundred points is just the starting bid! Rather than suffer that kind of humiliation, we might as well take them all out now! What’s that saying again? Lose the battle, but don’t lose the war! Damn right!

"Consider it done! If he walks away unscathed, my dad and grandpa would probably force me to commit seppuku themselves!" Li Yunzhe replied with a wicked grin, already plotting his dirty moves.

「On the sidelines」

The spectators looked at the bloody scoreboard, a twenty-point deficit barely halfway through the first quarter, and shook their heads with sighs. These damn fools! It’s like the saying goes: if you don’t have the Vajra, don’t try to mend fine china! They had made a complete fool of themselves and even managed to lose face for all of Huaxia!

"Everyone, relax. It’s only a twenty-point difference. Stay calm!"

Suddenly, cutting through the atmosphere of gloom, a loud, arrogant laugh rang out.

What the hell do you mean, *only* twenty points? At this rate, they could lose by two hundred! Who was this ignorant, cocky bastard?

Everyone who heard the voice turned to look.

"Holy shit! It’s Qin Fan!"

"Qin Fan? The perfect-score scholar?"

"Give me a break, bro! You really think basketball is the same as taking an exam?"

"For a top scholar to say something so ignorant... his IQ isn’t what I expected!"

Amid the murmurs of disbelief, Qin Fan, who had heard everything, simply smirked, unfazed. He pushed through the crowd and strolled toward the court. Looking at the familiar, miserable faces, he called out with a laugh, "Hey guys, need a sub? Or should I let you lose by a few more points so I can really make a splash as your Savior?"

「On the court」

Li Qiuzhe and the others whipped their heads around excitedly. The moment they saw Qin Fan, they were on the verge of tears.

"Fourth Bro, you son of a bitch! You’re finally back! Get in here and wreck them! Hey, Wolf, tell your guy to sub out! Let Fourth Bro in!" Li Qiuzhe waved his hands frantically, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"You, get off the court! My big bro is coming in!" Li Yunzhe said excitedly, the gloom instantly vanishing from his face.

"Yes, yes, Brother Zhe!"