RNP Chapter 3, 5 consecutive hits
Chapter 3, 5 consecutive hits
Qin Yu seemed not to hear the shushing, turned his head to look at Xin Zhiyan, and skillfully made an OK sign.
This made Xin Zhiyan, who was staring at Qin Yu, jump.
Bang!
Qin Yu jogged back and grabbed the basketball back into his arms.
The students around Qin Yu shook their heads as they watched him waste the time he had requested from PE teacher Pu Song to warm up and try shooting.
"If I could beat Zhou Biao, I'd eat the ball."
"Heh, if he wins, I'll do a handstand and poop!" said a bespectacled man with steel teeth who was on good terms with Zhou Biao.
"The betting has started! The betting has started! For the price of a lunch, I bet the transfer student will get a zero."
Seeing the worry filling Xin Zhiyan's eyes, Qin Yu once again gave her a thumbs-up, pointing to his own chest.
Seeing Qin Yu's gestures, Xin Zhiyan's heart suddenly stirred.
Surprisingly, I could feel that her somewhat restless and worried heart had calmed down considerably.
"I'm ready, Teacher Pu."
After saying that, Qin Yu tossed the ball directly to Zhou Biao.
"What, scared? Throwing the ball to me like this, is the first pitch a bit too much pressure?"
The ball that Qin Yu threw was caught steadily in Zhou Biao's hand with one hand, which made Qin Yu's eyes light up.
The onlookers were also amazed.
"It looks like Zhou Biao will definitely be practicing hard this summer."
"This transfer student has no chance of winning."
"Can I raise the bet again? I'll bet a week's worth of meals on Zhou Biao."
"I want to raise my bet too."
"Sure, but if we raise the stakes now, we'll have to add conditions. We'll have to bet on how many goals Zhou Biao can win."
I bet three.
"How about you be bolder and do five?"
……
Watching Zhou Biao catch the ball, Pu Song nodded. Zhou Biao had put in a lot of effort and was much better than he was in the third year of junior high school. His control over the ball had improved considerably.
While it might not be considered exceptionally good, it's quite remarkable for a school like Jiangzhou No. 3 Middle School.
He glanced at Qin Yu, then a hint of boredom flashed in his eyes.
That transfer student who challenged Zhou Biao, with that shooting form just now, couldn't possibly score!
Seeing the surprise in Qin Yu's eyes, Zhou Biao slightly raised his chin.
The students from Class 5 of Grade 11, who had come to join in the fun, frowned.
Zhou Biao has become stronger, which means that they will most likely face Zhou Biao at the sports meet a month later.
If it were someone from Class 4 or Class 6 showing off in front of them, they could accept it, but being shown off like this by Zhou Biao was something they absolutely could not accept.
The class number is determined by the students' middle school entrance exam scores.
Although Class 5 is not a rocket class like Classes 1, 2, and 3, Classes 4, 5, and 6 are also key classes, and they are incomparable to Classes 7, 8, and 9, especially Class 9.
"When did Zhou Biao learn this trick?" Mo Gu whispered.
"Tch, what are you afraid of? Maybe Zhou Biao only knows this ball-catching trick to attract girls. I know that kid better than anyone. He was in the same class as me in junior high."
Zhou Biao flipped his wrist and caught the ball in his arms.
"You're a transfer student, today I'll show you what I'm made of!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Biao, who was 193cm tall, hunched over slightly.
Bang
Bang
bang~
The basketball bounced off the ground, and the third bounce ended. Zhou Biao straightened his knees slightly and stopped with his hands above his head.
The orange basketball, gleaming with the glow of the setting sun, hurtled straight toward the basket inside the restricted area.
Bang!
The basketball hit the backboard.
Bang!
After hitting the rim, it bounced slightly and then rolled on the rim, spinning faster and faster.
After circling the basket twice.
shuh~
Finally, the orange basketball obediently rolled into the hoop, making a sound as it scraped against the net that excited the shooter.
Goal!
"Wow, Zhou Biao is awesome!"
"I never expected that Zhou Biao could make a three-pointer after just one summer vacation."
"I wonder how strong Zhou Biao is now. Sure enough, pride needs to be backed by confidence. This transfer student has run into a trap."
"Haha, transfer student, do you even know what a 'brick wall' is!"
Our boss is like a brick wall, a brick wall that will leave you bloodied and battered!
Hearing the praises of those around him, Zhou Biao's lips curled slightly as he coldly stared at Qin Yu:
"Your turn!" Seeing the first shot go in, Zhou Biao's eyes showed a hint of excitement, and his fist, which had been clenched unconsciously due to nervousness, relaxed.
Physical education teacher Pu Song raised his hand to signal that the goal was valid.
He then picked up the ball from the ground and threw it to Qin Yu.
Qin Yu caught the basketball that Pu Song threw to him with both hands, and another round of boos immediately erupted from the crowd.
"You can't even catch the ball with one hand, yet you want to win."
"You made the shot, you can shoot again!" Qin Yu said to Zhou Biao instead of shooting immediately.
According to the rules of baseball, in a one-on-one three-point shootout, the team that scores has the option to take consecutive shots.
"I'm afraid you won't get a chance to shoot. As long as you score, you can keep shooting!" Zhou Biao said righteously after glancing at the long-haired girl standing with Xin Zhiyan.
Qin Yu shook his head. This…
"Qin Yu, keep going!" Xin Zhiyan clenched her fist and waved it to cheer Qin Yu on.
"Go, boss!" Wu Yun shouted from the sidelines.
The other students watching, however, had expressions of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.
"Mr. Pu, can we begin?" Qin Yu asked politely to the PE teacher, Pu Song.
Pu Song nodded.
"Hey, I bet all five of my shots won't go in. If I do, I'll provide lunch for two weeks."
"This isn't appropriate, a week at most."
The group that had just started the event was checking the cafeteria meal tickets and notes that everyone had just received.
shuh~
The few people who were registering for the opening suddenly found that the surroundings had become quiet.
"Teacher Pu, can we continue?"
Qin Yu took the basketball back from the hoop and asked politely as before.
Pu Songgang nodded subconsciously.
shuh~
The ball returned to Qin Yu's hands.
The students who were watching were about to speak when they were firmly held in place by the second, hollow ball.
"Go Qin Yu!"
Xin Zhiyan, waving her small, white fists, unconsciously suppressed her cheers for Qin Yu due to the surrounding silence.
Wu Yun, who had been cheering for Qin Yu, froze in his cheering gesture, as if he saw the shadow of Qin Dao in Qin Yu.
Wu Yun stammered, "Qin Yu~,"
Before he could finish speaking...
shuh~
Another swish three-pointer! The ball hit the post of the rack and bounced back precisely into Qin Yu's hands.
It was so fast! In less than half a minute, Qin Yu had made three consecutive three-pointers.
Watching the third three-pointer return to Qin Yu's hands.
Physical education teacher Pu Songfang finally came to his senses, a hint of shock in his eyes. This transfer student had a good feel for the ball, but then he shook his head, saying that his height was still a bit lacking for competition.
In addition, these are shots without defense. Making three of them might seem amazing to students, but in a real contest, whether they can even make one is a question.
Moreover, Pu Song believes that there was an element of unexpected luck involved in winning all three.
Pu Song felt Qin Yu's gaze directed at him.
It's an inquiry about whether I can continue throwing.
However, there was not a trace of smugness in his eyes.
Was there no luck involved in scoring?
Pu Song smiled and nodded, signaling Qin Yu to continue.
He also wanted to know if Qin Yu had some kind of luck factor.
"I'm really lucky," Zhou Biao exclaimed loudly, just coming to his senses.
He didn't believe Qin Yu could score again.
"I didn't expect you to be so lucky. But you only scored three goals. Compared to the boss, you're still far behind," said the men behind Zhou Biao.
If you're lucky enough to score three in a row, that's the pinnacle of luck. If you score again, then it's no longer just luck.
Qin Yu's luck has run out.
"They didn't even really look, it must have been luck," several people exclaimed, and soon the surrounding students realized what was going on.
I nodded subconsciously, finding it very reasonable.
Qin Yu didn't really aim much during his first three shots, especially the last two, which he shot almost as soon as the ball touched his hand.
Seeing that everyone around them agreed with their statement, the group became even more smug.
They were just waiting to see Qin Yu get away with nothing.
For the fourth ball, Qin Yu didn't rush to shoot. Now that he'd been reborn, he didn't want to get angry with a kid.
However, those who need to be educated still need to be educated. At such a young age, instead of learning good things, they are gambling on sports.
"Give those who bet on me another chance to win or lose, how many goals can I score!" Qin Yu turned around and looked at the sidelines as he spoke.
His gaze fell on the students who had just attended the opening ceremony.
These kids are so young and already behaving badly; Qin Yu needs to teach them a lesson.
There's no such thing as a sure-win gamble. Today, let's teach these little brats a lesson they'll learn from.
I saw the chubby classmate who had bet two weeks' worth of lunch and that Qin Yu wouldn't score a single one of his five shots.
I heard classmates who know a little about basketball say that lucky shots can only go in three times at most.
He then pulled out a meal ticket, saying, "I'll bet a month, and Qin Yu will score three goals."
I'm betting on four balls.
"I'm betting on Zhou Biao to score five goals."
As the betting over there came to an end, Qin Yu turned his gaze to the physical education teacher, Pu Song.
"Teacher Pu, can we start casting now?"