The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 282: Seems Like I Tried Too Hard

"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Ye Chenfeng had stood at half-court the entire time, without moving a step, since he was the one initiating each play, and each offensive move would end within a short dozen seconds, because as soon as Ye Chenfeng got the basketball, he would shoot, with Wang Ming and the others unable to block him in time. They could only watch as the basketball was thrown into the hoop by Ye Chenfeng over and over again.

Thus, a rather comical scene unfolded on the basketball court: Wang Ming and the others stood like wooden stakes, while Ye Chenfeng casually shot baskets. In no time at all, Ye Chenfeng had scored sixty points, while Wang Ming and his team remained at zero. This almost drove Wang Ming and his teammates to the brink of collapse. If they had known that Ye Chenfeng possessed such a knack for half-court shots, Wang Ming would never have boasted so confidently, always giving the opponent the ball to initiate the offense. Now, it was too late for regrets.

The male and female university students surrounding the basketball court were dumbfounded. They had never seen anyone shoot baskets with such precision! And from half-court at that—what kind of skill was that? Perhaps not even NBA players could boast of such prowess? Now they finally realized, Ye Chenfeng wasn’t a poser but a genuine, shining powerhouse!

Look at Ye Chenfeng on the basketball court, with his carefree shooting posture as if he could make baskets without even aiming. The "Swish! Swish! Swish!" of the ball going through the net resonated with every college student present, especially the female students. Although women in today’s society might become quite materialistic even before stepping into the real world, they hadn’t really done so yet! Even if their hearts were tainted, they still retained a bit of innocence. Seeing Ye Chenfeng’s impeccable shooting, their heartbeats sped up considerably— "Thump! Thump! Thump!"

"This Grassroots Hunk shooting baskets is just too attractive. Turns out he wasn’t just acting cocky! With his skills in half-court shots, he’d have more than enough to make it in the NBA, right? No wonder he is so confident."

"Yeah! If he were in the NBA, he’d be even cooler than Yao Ming. Men who play basketball are the handsomest."

"Look at you guys. Is Wang Ming not handsome anymore? This Grassroots Guy is clearly cheating! Who just shoots the ball as soon as they get it? If Wang Ming hadn’t let him start with the ball each time, could he be this smug?"

"What’s wrong with us? You should know that it’s the Grassroots Hunk playing all by himself against Wang Ming’s entire basketball team. If they had such an advantage and were still eager to start with the ball, then they might as well give up basketball altogether."

...

The female university students surrounding the basketball court, after witnessing Ye Chenfeng’s unerring shots, were divided between those steadfast in their support for him and those who continued to back Wang Ming, as quite a few among them had relations with Wang Ming and, of course, wanted to support him.

Zou Linlin pursed her soft lips, a look of joy spreading across her face as she thought to herself, "Ye Chenfeng, sooner or later, I’ll make you fall at the hem of my pomegranate dress. In this lifetime, I’ve set my sights on you. Although for now, I’m merely curious about you with a small dose of admiration, given your excellence, I’m sure I’ll quickly grow to like you, to love you. I’ll also make you like me, love me."

On the basketball court, Wang Ming and his teammates felt their hearts sinking deep into the lakebed. It seemed today’s game was going to be a crushing defeat, casting a thin shadow over their hearts.

Wang Ming watched Ye Chenfeng casually shoot baskets and had attempted to block him several times, but to no avail. Ye Chenfeng’s shots still accurately made their way into the hoop.

Wang Ming’s lip twitched with frustration. If this continued, he would truly have no face to remain at Tianhai Medical University. He bellowed at Ye Chenfeng, "Can you only shoot when you get the ball? I bet you can’t even dribble! You trash, dare to drive and layup if you can? Dare to do anything but shoot as soon as you get the ball? This isn’t even playing basketball, and we won’t acknowledge your win even if you do beat us."

Wang Ming was plainly being unreasonable, but at this point, he knew he would be even more ruthlessly defeated if he didn’t play the brat. In his opinion, Ye Chenfeng’s relentless half-court shots were because his opponent didn’t know how to dribble at all, or perhaps, besides shooting, he wasn’t good at anything else, which was why Wang Ming resorted to this provocative tactic.

"Isn’t basketball about getting the ball into the hoop? Just now Wang Ming wanted us to witness it! Now it seems like he’s the one being unreasonable! What did the Grassroots Hunk do wrong? Wang Ming is just shameless!"

"Wang Ming isn’t wrong, though. Basketball would lose all meaning if everyone played like the Grassroots Guy. If he’s so capable, why doesn’t he drive and layup? Just like Wang Ming said, the Grassroots Guy probably can only shoot."

...

Upon hearing Wang Ming’s outcry, the surrounding female university students erupted into another heated argument, turning red-faced and hoarse as they fought.

The male college students felt pure envy, jealousy, and hatred towards Ye Chenfeng, as they were not willing to see their goddess, Zou Linlin, be charmed away by him. In other words, the abilities Ye Chenfeng exhibited were not yet enough to deter them.

"Do you really want me to dribble and layup?" Ye Chenfeng, seeing the veins bulging on Wang Ming’s forehead, asked with a smile.

Wang Ming, listening to the comments of the students around him, felt his anger rising. He was at the point of no return, and furiously retorted, "So what? Are you scared or not? If you really are scared, I won’t make it difficult for you."

Ye Chenfeng shrugged his shoulders, bounced the basketball he was holding onto the ground, and said, "I hope you won’t regret letting me dribble, and I hope you still have passion for basketball in the future."

Seeing the smile at the corner of Ye Chenfeng’s mouth, Wang Ming felt a sinking feeling in his heart and then shouted at the other players on the court, "Tight defense, don’t let him dribble to the basket. If we can’t defend against this one person, we may as well not play basketball anymore."

"Whoosh~"

Wang Ming only felt a gust of cold wind pass by him, and by the time he regained his senses, Ye Chenfeng’s figure had already flashed past him. He hastily called out, "Defense, defend! You must stop him."

After flashing past Wang Ming, Ye Chenfeng fiercely drove his legs into the ground and soared up like an eagle taking flight.

What was he trying to do?

Was he going for a dunk?

The male and female college students around were filled with doubt. They knew the spot from which Ye Chenfeng had jumped was nearly half-court away; how could he possibly dunk from such a distance?

As Ye Chenfeng leaped into the air, his body did not start to fall until he was almost at the basket, and then, right hand gripping the basketball, he slammed it down vehemently into the hoop.

That second, the college students around and Zou Linlin all held their breath, followed by a thunderous "bang" that echoed throughout the gymnasium.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

The basketball, falling through the hoop, lightly hit the ground creating a series of tapping sounds.

Ye Chenfeng, hanging from the rim with one hand, swung in mid-air while the hoop creaked ominously, "creak, creak," until Ye Chenfeng let go and his feet landed safely on the ground. At that moment, the whole hoop began to sway perilously until, with a "bang," it entirely collapsed, scattering into pieces on the floor.

Ye Chenfeng touched his nose sheepishly and muttered to himself, "I didn’t control my strength just now; seems I went a bit too hard."

One should know that Ye Chenfeng’s power had reached the Eighth Level Soul Force, and since his power had just broken through, sometimes it was difficult to control his strength. That was why his single-handed, powerful dunk completely shattered the basketball hoop.

Ye Chenfeng stepped towards the stunned Wang Ming, "So, I should have won today’s game, right? If you still want to continue, I’m up for it, but only if you still have the courage to pick up a basketball."

Wang Ming, drained of all his strength, stood trembling, unable to utter a single syllable, just staring at the incredibly youthful-looking Ye Chenfeng in front of him. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes; your support is my greatest motivation.)