thefictionvixens Chapter 100
Chapter 100
Zhao Lei turned around and continued shooting.
Lin Feng also turned around, walked to the other side, and began to warm up.
He dribbled a few times, then stood in front of the free-throw line and raised the ball.
cast.
The ball hit the back of the rim, bounced, and went in.
He took another shot, it went in through the backboard.
Throw another one, swish, it's a hollow.
Cheng Yuxin sat in the stands, her hands clenched tightly on her knees.
She watched Lin Feng's back—white T-shirt, broad shoulders, standing under the basket, shooting one shot after another. His movements were unhurried and deliberate, completely different from the clumsy figure he had been three months ago.
A feeling suddenly welled up in her heart.
It's not that I'm worried.
It is pride.
Ten minutes passed quickly.
Zhang Wei blew a whistle.
"Time's up. Both sides are in position."
Lin Feng, holding the ball, walked to the midfield.
Zhao Lei also came over.
The two stood facing each other, less than a meter apart.
Zhao Lei was a little shorter than him, but muscular. Beneath his red vest, the lines of his chest and shoulders were clearly defined. He stood with his hands on his hips, looking at Lin Feng with a slight smile.
"Three months," he said. "Do you think you can win?"
Lin Feng looked at him without saying a word.
Zhao Lei smiled again.
"Okay, come on."
Zhang Wei stood in the midfield, holding the ball in his hand.
"The ball toss determines who serves first."
He tossed the ball up.
Zhao Lei jumped up, flicked the ball, and sent it towards him.
"Zhao Lei will start," Zhang Wei said.
Zhao Lei received the ball and walked to the three-point line.
Lin Feng stood opposite him, bent down, and opened his arms.
Defense.
Sun Jianguo taught him defense for three months.
Zhao Lei dribbled the ball, switching hands between them at a moderate pace. He stared into Lin Feng's eyes, as if testing something.
Then he suddenly accelerated—dribbling with his right hand, breaking through to the right, his first step was incredibly fast.
Lin Feng moved his feet and caught up.
Zhao Lei was stunned for a moment.
Then he stopped abruptly and jumped to shoot.
The ball goes in.
"One to zero," Zhang Wei said.
Zhao Lei glanced at Lin Feng, smiled, and turned to walk back to the three-point line.
Cheng Yuxin clenched her fists even tighter in the stands.
Zhao Lei dribbled the ball over again.
This time he didn't break through, but instead pulled up for a jump shot.
Lin Feng lunged forward and reached out to touch his face.
The ball went wide, bounced off the rim, and went awry.
Lin Feng turned around and grabbed the rebound.
"Change possession of the ball," Zhang Wei said.
Lin Feng dribbled the ball to the three-point line.
Zhao Lei stood in front of him, bent over, with his hands outstretched.
Lin Feng dribbled the ball, feeling its texture in his hands.
Three months.
More than three thousand shots.
More than a thousand hours of training.
He took a deep breath.
Then he dribbled to the right—his first step wasn't fast, but his second step was a sudden burst of speed. Zhao Lei caught up, but was half a step too slow.
Lin Feng stopped abruptly and jumped to shoot.
The ball is released.
The arc is high and steady.
Swish.
Hollow.
"One to one."
Cheng Yuxin suddenly stood up in the stands.
Then she sat down again, covered her mouth with her hand, and her eyes were bright.
Zhao Lei looked at the ball, and the smile on his face disappeared.
He glanced at Lin Feng, and his expression changed.
It wasn't examined.
It's serious.
Chapter 28 Tug-of-War
The game continues.
Zhao Lei serves.
He dribbled to the three-point line, his pace quickening. The ball danced in his hands, between his legs, behind his back—his movements as fluid as water.
Lin Feng pressed close, his hands outstretched, and his feet moving.
Zhao Lei darted to the left—Lin Feng followed.
Zhao Lei stopped abruptly and veered to the right—Lin Feng followed.
Zhao Lei's expression changed.
He took a step back to create distance, then suddenly accelerated and veered to the right. Lin Feng chased after him sideways, but Zhao Lei suddenly stopped and jumped to shoot.
Lin Feng jumped up to block the shot—his hand reached its highest point, his fingertips almost touching the ball.
The ball flew past Lin Feng's fingertips, hit the backboard, and bounced into the basket.