The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 370 - 360: 8 Gaya Road, Attacking Possession! (2)
"Are you sure you don’t need to change into a uniform?" the student acting as the Judge couldn’t help but ask after both sides had agreed.
Everyone else is in uniform, and this guy shows up dressed so dazzlingly. Is he even here to play? Can’t he be a little more serious?!
Hearing this, Li Qiuzhe and the others nodded in agreement and all turned to look at Qin Fan. But unexpectedly, he just shook his head and smiled faintly. "No need. They won’t get a chance to get near me."
"Wait a minute! Did you come on the court to be a referee?" the Judge blurted out, utterly confused. It wasn’t his fault for thinking that. In a basketball game, how could players not get close to each other? What other explanation was there?
In response, Qin Fan just grunted in exasperation, not bothering with any more nonsense. "Blow the whistle," he said.
"Fine!" Faced with Qin Fan’s attitude, the Judge didn’t say anything else.
TWEET!
The short whistle blew.
Wang Dalu passed the ball inbounds to Qin Fan. With the ball in hand, Qin Fan didn’t launch an attack. Instead, he said to Li Qiuzhe and his teammates, "Just stay under the basket. I’ll create scoring opportunities for you!"
What kind of play is that?
The others nodded blankly.
Seeing this, Qin Fan smirked. Without even looking at the hoop, he casually tossed the ball up from deep in the opponent’s half!
"Whoa, what is he doing?"
"Is he just messing around?"
"What’s up with this master?"
"Is that even how you play?"
A wave of gasps erupted the moment Qin Fan released the ball. Even Jiang Yino and his friends were shocked. He was near the baseline in the opponent’s half! To just throw it like that without looking... was he surrendering?
But in the next second, the world fell silent.
It wasn’t just the spectators; on the court, Li Qiuzhe’s team, the Alliance Army, and even the Judge stood frozen, completely dumbstruck.
SWOOSH.
The ball went in.
It didn’t touch the rim. It didn’t hit the backboard. It was like threading a needle, cleanly swishing through the net with a crisp sound.
THUD.
THUD, THUD.
THUD, THUD, THUD.
The bouncing of the basketball seemed to be the only sound left in the world. No one could believe what they had just witnessed.
"Sorry, it went in," Qin Fan said with a shrug, looking at the opposing team in the midst of the eerie silence.
"Dammit! What the hell is going on?"
"How can his luck be so good?!"
"Shit! Damn it, he fluked one in!"
The three scumbags from the American, Japanese, and Korean teams stood there, stunned. As they chattered, Qin Fan walked back from their side of the court.
He sneered at the dazed Alliance Army. "Are you playing or not? If you are, then inbound the ball. If not, then surrender and get lost!"
"You son of a bitch, you’ve pissed me off! I guarantee those are the only points you’ll get all game!" the American with the hooked nose snarled furiously at Qin Fan.
"Less talk, more ball," Qin Fan replied, shaking his head disdainfully. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
"Go! Go! Go! From now on, don’t give this trash any opportunities!" the hooked-nosed man shouted, clapping his hands and ignoring Qin Fan.
Hearing this, a sinister smirk spread across the Korean player’s face as he quickly ran out of bounds to inbound the ball. However, as he threw it in, a figure darted forward before the American could even catch it.
It was Qin Fan.
He snatched the ball right out of the American’s reach. Still not looking at the hoop, with his back to it, he flicked a hook shot into the air.
SWOOSH!
No rim, no backboard.
Another three-pointer.
Everyone was shocked, stunned.
If the first shot was a coincidence or an accident, then what was this? The students watching from the sidelines hadn’t even recovered from the first incredible shot, and now this second three-pointer prolonged their stupor. There was no applause, no cheering, because everyone seemed to be frozen in place.
"Fuck! Go, go, go! Indian, you guard him! Stick to him like glue! Jap, you inbound the ball!" the hooked-nosed man yelled after swallowing hard and shaking his head. He picked up the ball and tossed it to the Japanese player.
This time, they didn’t leave any room for an interception. After receiving the inbound pass, the American shot a wary glance at Qin Fan, who was several meters away, before he started sprinting down the court with the ball.
"You guys just wait under the basket, no need to come up! I’ll take care of them myself!" Qin Fan shouted with a laugh when he saw Li Qiuzhe and the others preparing to move up on defense.
After saying that, he shot toward the American carrying the ball!
"Watch out!" the four members of the Alliance Army shouted in unison.
But it was too late. As their warnings echoed, the American suddenly felt his hand go light. The ball was gone. Qin Fan had slapped it away, sending it flying toward his own team’s half!
The tall and strapping Li Qiuzhe wasn’t about to miss a chance like this. He caught the ball and immediately went for a layup.
Another two points!
In just three possessions, the Alliance Army still hadn’t found their bearings, and the freshman team they thought they could easily crush had already scored eight unanswered points.
"Steve, why didn’t you pass to me just now!" the Korean player complained, his voice lacking conviction.
"Shit! Are you trying to teach me how to play? Why didn’t you warn me when he got close? Fuck! Cut the crap and inbound the ball! We can’t give them any more chances!" the American retorted before walking back to his side of the court.
Another inbound pass. Another frantic dribble by the American.
This time, Qin Fan didn’t go for the steal. Instead, as the American went for a layup, Qin Fan came out of nowhere and delivered a monstrous block!
SMACK!
This time, it was the player from Dorm 709 who got lucky, grabbing the rebound.
"Dammit! Pass and control the ball!" the flustered Japanese player yelled. He quickly picked up the loose ball, rushed to the opposite baseline, and passed it out again.
Pass and control, huh?
Qin Fan smiled mockingly. He sprinted forward and cleanly intercepted the pass intended for the American. With a casual forward toss, he sent the ball to Li Qiuzhe, who reacted instantly, catching it and scoring another two points.
"Fuck Japan!"
"Fuck the United States!"
"Fuck Korea!"
"Fuck those ladyboys!"
"Fuck the Indians!"
"The Freshman Team is badass!"
"Huaxia is badass!!!"
At that moment, after a buffer of more than a dozen unanswered points, the audience on the sidelines finally erupted. The roar of the crowd shot into the sky, making the entire campus boil with excitement. More and more students, hearing the commotion, rushed over to join the spectators. Numerous faculty members also curiously headed toward the basketball court. In no time, the court was surrounded by layer upon layer of onlookers.
On the court, the Alliance Army had no chance.
Li Qiuzhe and his two teammates were just waiting under the basket as if it were a playground game. Qin Fan’s relentless steals and blocks had already given the freshman team a lead of over thirty points.
"Who is that student? How can his reflexes and speed be so freakishly fast?" a man on the sidelines, the school’s basketball team coach, asked in utter shock.
"Him? That’s Qin Fan, the perfect-score scholar! The guy’s unreal, man. I thought he came out here to be a clown, but I can’t believe he’s single-handedly wiping the floor with them!" an excited freshman in the crowd shouted.
Qin Fan? The perfect-score scholar? My God! How could it be him? How could it possibly be him?
The school team’s coach was completely dumbfounded. Wave after wave of shock crashed through his mind, growing more intense with each passing moment.
"Fourth Bro, we’ve racked up plenty of points!" Li Qiuzhe shouted from under the opponent’s basket. "Now it’s your turn to put on a show! Go teach these scumbags a lesson they won’t forget!"
