Chapter 400: Just a Weak Chicken

"Everyone, be serious and focus on defense. We must score this time."

As the team captain, Hao Dayong immediately began to direct and command. He positioned himself in the midfield, assigning Fang Shijiang and another player to tight man-to-man defense.

No matter the situation, they were not to give Ye Bufan any chance to freely take the ball and attack.

After the tip-off, Ye Bufan began to dribble and Breakthrough. Fang Shijiang, who was defending him tightly, immediately came over to block and steal.

"Too slow!"

Before he could even get into position, Ye Bufan had already dribbled past him, rushing towards the basket like a whirlwind.

Seeing this, Hao Dayong, along with two other players, also came over to surround him.

Since it was a 1-on-5 situation, and the opponent had no teammates to pass to, there was no need to worry about Ye Bufan passing the ball. They only needed to defend against his Breakthroughs and shots.

It sounded simple, but it was difficult to execute.

Ye Bufan was very fast. He looked like he was going to Breakthrough, but just as Hao Dayong and the others were preparing to surround and intercept him, he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.

This caught everyone by surprise and violated the laws of physical inertia taught in textbooks.

Normally, it would be impossible for someone moving so fast to stop instantly, but he did it.

After stopping, Ye Bufan raised the ball in his hand, jumped, and shot.

"I won't let you succeed."

Hao Dayong truly lived up to his reputation as a core member of the national team and captain of the provincial team; his strength on the court was absolutely formidable.

He quickly adjusted his lost center of gravity, jumped high, and prepared to block Ye Bufan's shot.

Seeing Hao Dayong make his move, the other players all breathed a sigh of relief.

It should be known that Hao Dayong, at 2.20 meters tall, was the center on the court. He was almost like a giant compared to Ye Bufan, who was 1.80 meters tall, possessing an absolute physical advantage.

As long as he went for the block, the opponent would definitely not have a chance to shoot.

But reality once again updated their understanding. Although Ye Bufan was shorter, his jumping ability was truly astonishing.

Hao Dayong had already reached his peak jump, but his body was still rising, his head even surpassing the height of the hoop.

His invincible jumping power immediately compensated for his height disadvantage. With a flick of his wrist, the basketball flew out, grazing Hao Dayong's fingertips.

"I…"

He desperately wanted to block the ball in front of him, but unfortunately, his body was already beginning to descend due to gravity. He could only watch helplessly as the basketball flew over his head.

Given Ye Bufan's shooting accuracy, even without looking back, he had already guessed the outcome.

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Sure enough, a swish sound echoed behind him, followed by the surrounding students cheering like a mountain tsunami once again.

"Teacher Ye is mighty! Long live Teacher Ye! Teacher Ye is too amazing! Teacher Ye, I love him!"

The score on the court was 8:0.

At this point, the five members of the provincial team fell silent collectively. The first loss could be attributed to the opponent's luck, the second to a coincidence, but now, having lost three consecutive points, they had fully seen the opponent's strength.

Although it was 1-on-5, they were definitely the side at a disadvantage in terms of strength.

Five people facing one person, and that person was much thinner and smaller than them, yet the five players on the court felt an unprecedented pressure.

"Everyone, cheer up! After all, we have the numerical advantage. Pass the ball around, utilize our advantage, and we must get a point back."

Hao Dayong encouraged everyone, but implicitly, he had already admitted that his side was not capable and could only rely on their numerical advantage.

This time, he personally served the ball. He found an opening and quickly passed the ball to Fang Shijiang, who was guarding under the basket.

Normally, with five people on their side, no matter how Ye Bufan tried to block, he couldn't seal off their serving routes; they could even directly lob the ball under the basket.

Hao Dayong passed it that way, and Fang Shijiang reached for it that way, but just as his hand was about to touch the basketball, another large hand suddenly appeared from the side and snatched the ball with a smack.

"Uh…"

Fang Shijiang's eyes nearly popped out in shock. This guy was clearly far away just a moment ago, so how did he rush over so quickly?

But before his feet even landed, Ye Bufan turned and jumped to shoot, the entire movement smooth and incredibly beautiful.

The basketball, without exception, went straight through the net, and the stadium erupted in thunderous cheers once again.

The score on the court was 10:0.

"Oh my goodness, how can we even play this game?"

Seeing Ye Bufan walk towards the free-throw line with the ball, a sense of powerlessness arose in the hearts of the five. What kind of freak was this?

From the initial certainty of victory, to the subsequent high spirits, after four shots, their hearts were already filled with powerlessness and fear.

One person facing an entire team, and a super-strong provincial team at that, with two core members who were national team regulars.

Yet, despite such a strength disparity, they were ultimately suppressed to the point of being unable to lift their heads, and had not scored a single point so far.

Ye Bufan gave them no chance to lament. He quickly served the ball, and without any suspense, the long score was rewritten to 12:0.

"15:0"

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"18:0"

In a flash, the score on the court had reached match point, while the provincial team had yet to score a single point.

Around the court, the female students of Grade Two, Class Five, had screamed themselves hoarse. Each of them was now filled with passion, and their eyes, as they looked at that Young man, were full of adoration and love.

For so many years, they had never seen anyone so outstanding.

Zhu Mingyu's expression also became incredibly ugly. "This kid absolutely cannot stay in our class. He must be kicked out."

He used to be the boss of the class, always having the final say, and all the glory belonged to him, the Mayor's son.

But this new homeroom teacher brought him a huge threat; he had to be driven away.

Wu Zihao said, "Don't worry, Class Monitor. What if he's good at basketball? We can still find a few people to break his leg."

At this moment, Chang Hao's expression was extremely grim. Every point scored felt like a big slap across his face.

He had come to see Ye Bufan make a fool of himself, but what he saw was the other party's infinite glory. This made him feel as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly, yet he was helpless.

On the court, it was the provincial team's turn to serve. Hao Dayong passed the ball to Fang Shijiang again.

Seeing that his team was about to end the game with 0 points, he let out a loud roar, jumped, and shot.

But just as his ball left his hand, Ye Bufan's figure appeared before him again, followed by a slap on the basketball.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, the basketball slammed hard into Fang Shijiang's face, hitting him in the exact same spot as he had hit Liang Zhijie earlier.

Fang Shijiang grunted, falling to the ground with a thud, blood flowing from his nostrils.

Compared to the injury on his nose, his inner self was more severely wounded at this moment; all his former pride was instantly crushed.

The words he had used to mock Liang Zhijie earlier were now returned to him by Ye Bufan, one by one, without alteration.

"Slow speed, slow reaction, poor jumping…" Even the final block was identical, leaving him with a nosebleed.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in his ear: "Those who humiliate others will be humiliated. You had already won; there was no need to humiliate him. Strength is not a reason to look down on others, and besides, you are just a weakling!"

Immediately after, a mountain-tsunami-like roar of voices erupted.

"Teacher Ye won! Long live Teacher Ye!"

"Teacher Ye, you're my idol! I want to have your babies!"

"Teacher Ye, you're too great! I love him to death!"