Having sex with six female classmates

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Having sex with six female classmates
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Chapter 1 Basketball Online
"Quick, pass the ball, pass the ball!"
"Duh, screen the ball!"
"Defend this ball, block it..."
On the basketball court, several young men ran back and forth, sweating profusely, shouting loudly from time to time. They were playing a one-on-one game, occupying only half of the court.
This was the basketball court of Anyi No. 1 Middle School, and the people playing the one-on-one game were members of the school team. The coach had not yet arrived, so the group played one-on-one.
On the other half of the court, a young man practiced shooting alone.
Among the group playing the one-on-one game, one of the young men glanced over and said, "Chen Feng is really putting in a lot of effort, he trains harder than any of us."
"But it's useless." Another man curled his lip and said disdainfully, "Look at him, he's as skinny as a bamboo pole, and not even that tall, only 180cm. He can't play center or forward. If he plays guard, he's not fast, he can only shoot. What use is someone like that on the court?"
"Hmph, if you ask me, this guy is really shameless. If I were him, I would have been too ashamed to stay on the school team. Isn't he deliberately dragging us down?" "
Keep your voice down, he can hear us."
"What are you afraid of? I'm just stating the facts..."
The group of young men discussed among themselves, some lowering their voices, while others were unrestrained, not caring whether Chen Feng could hear them or not.
On the sidelines, Lu Mianyang, the head coach of the No. 1 Middle School team, happened to walk over. Hearing the discussion, he frowned slightly and shouted at the young men, "Shut up, all of you." Instantly, the young men dared not speak.
Lu Mianyang looked at Chen Feng, who was silently shooting, and called out, "Chen Feng, come here for a second."
"Yes, Coach." Chen Feng jogged over to Lu Mianyang.
Looking at Chen Feng, Lu Mianyang couldn't help but sigh.
If we're talking about hard work, Chen Feng was the most hardworking player under his tutelage, and his academic performance was also excellent, often ranking among the top in the entire grade. Unfortunately, Chen Feng's physical attributes were simply too poor; he was too thin, lacked explosiveness and speed, and his jumping ability was also average.
Lu Mianyang had only recruited him into the school team because there were practically no other options; the roster of twelve was still one player short, and he chose Chen Feng because his height was acceptable
. After more than half a month on the team, Chen Feng's performance had already caused Lu Mianyang to lose patience.
Basketball is a competitive sport that demands high physical attributes, but Chen Feng's physical attributes were inherently insufficient, making him unsuitable for basketball.
“Chen Feng, I have something to tell you.” Lu Mianyang looked at Chen Feng. “I’ve already spoken to the school leaders about your situation. Starting next week, you don’t need to report to the team.”
“Don’t need to report to the team? What does that mean?” Chen Feng was taken aback.
“Sigh…” Lu Mianyang sighed and said, “To tell you the truth, your physical condition isn’t suitable for basketball. Therefore, the school has decided to expel you from the team.”
Chen Feng’s body trembled, and his face turned pale.
Seeing Chen Feng like this, Lu Mianyang shook his head and said, “You don’t need to come to training these next few days either. You can relax and try to think more positively.”
Lu Mianyang left, and Chen Feng sat on the sidelines, covering his head and face with a towel. His expression was hidden, only his trembling body was visible.
That day, Chen Feng left early for the first time.
He was always the first to arrive at the court and the last to leave, but today was an exception.
Next week he would be expelled from the team; the basketball he loved, the court he had dreamed of, he was about to say goodbye to. He had no heart to practice.
…..．
Nine-thirty PM.
"Ring ring..."
The bell rang, finally signaling the end of evening self-study.
Chen Feng was only a first-year high school student, but he still had to attend evening self-study sessions. He practiced basketball from 6 PM to 8 PM every day, then had an hour and a half of self-study before going home—this was his daily routine.
Pushing his bicycle, he drifted along, and by the time he got home it was almost 10 PM.
"Mom, I'm home."
"Why are you so late today?" Chen Feng's mother, Zhang Xinlan, was a bank employee. Although she was in her thirties, she looked very young and was quite beautiful. Chen Feng inherited Zhang Xinlan's looks; he was handsome with delicate features.
"I had a lot of homework today, so I'm a little late," Chen Feng said casually. "Where's Dad?"
Zhang Xinlan replied, "He went on a business trip. He left this afternoon and asked me to let you know he won't be back until Saturday. By the way, didn't you say your school team is playing a warm-up match against No. 7 Middle School on Saturday? Your dad said he'd come cheer you on if you got back early. Is it at your school?"
"A match on Saturday?" Chen Feng was taken aback. Remembering that he was about to leave the school team, he probably wouldn't be able to participate in the match, so he said, "Let's forget it. He's tired from his business trip, so he shouldn't go to school."
"That's true. We'll see then. He might not even make it," Zhang Xinlan said, then went to heat up a late-night snack for Chen Feng.
After taking a shower and eating his snack, Chen Feng climbed into bed and lay down for a while, still thinking about leaving the school team. The more he thought about it, the less he could sleep, so he got up and turned on his computer.
"Beep beep..."
QQ was flashing. Chen Feng clicked on it and saw it was an online friend he met in a basketball forum. The friend's username was "Don't Force Me to Be a Scoundrel."
"Don't Force Me to Be a Scoundrel" is also a basketball fan and has known Chen Feng for two years. They often chat about basketball and play basketball-related games together. Although they've never met and haven't even exchanged real names, they've become good friends.
"Don't Force Me to Be a Scoundrel": "Hey bro, let me recommend a game to you, it's new and awesome!"
Blade (Chen Feng's online name): "What game? You know, I only play basketball games." "
Don't Force Me to Be a Scoundrel": "Relax, I know you. The game is called 'Basketball Online,' here's the link, just click to download, you definitely won't be disappointed."
Blade: "Okay, I'll give it a try." "
Don't Force Me to Be a Scoundrel" was silent for a moment, then sent a message: "Bro, are you okay? Something seems off, heartbroken?"
Chen Feng was surprised and replied with a laugh: "Sir, you're not a girl, are you?" "You have a sixth sense, you can even sense things through the internet?"
"Don't force me to be a scoundrel": "Really heartbroken? Bro, no offense, but there are plenty of fish in the sea. I have a whole company of beauties lining up to chase after me. If all else fails, I'll give you half. Okay, let's play games. I heard there's a surprise when you beat the game."
Blade: "What surprise? A game gift pack? That's a rip-off." "
Don't force me to be a scoundrel": "Get lost, don't interfere with my game..."
Seeing "Don't force me to be a scoundrel's" QQ avatar go dark, Chen Feng smiled, clicked the link, entered the "Basketball Online" download page, clicked download, installed, and ran...
Then, a cool interface popped up, displaying an image of LeBron James, the current NBA's top player, powerfully dunking, with a small box flashing below—Enter Game!
"Hmm, good character design, forty-nine levels in total, similar to a turn-based game, surprises for clearing levels." Chen Feng's mouse clicked rapidly, and he had already started playing.
Chen Feng was definitely a genius when it came to gaming; he started helping people farm equipment to sell for money when he was thirteen or fourteen.
"Basketball Online" was indeed a good game, with realistic scenes, cool actions, and attractive character designs. However, it wasn't difficult for Chen Feng to play.
More than an hour later, Chen Feng finally cleared the forty-ninth level!
"Ding!"
A window popped up saying "Claim Reward."
"There really is a reward, let's see what it is." Chen Feng clicked the window with a smile, still wondering what the reward was, when suddenly the computer screen shook, and a blue bolt of lightning shot from the mouse, traveled along his arm, and entered his body.
Then, Chen Feng felt a "boom" in his head and passed out. 　　Chapter 2 Super Basketball System
After 　　the flash of blue lightning, Chen Feng fainted. The computer monitor returned to normal and automatically shut down, while the "Basketball Online" game was automatically deleted. 　　"Where am I? What happened?" Chen Feng found himself in a strange, dark place. 　　He remembered playing the game, completing a level, and preparing to claim his reward, but... 　　"Damn it!" Chen Feng cursed, "That scoundrel said there was some unexpected surprise, and now there's an unexpected surprise, but where's the surprise?" 　　"Welcome to the Super Basketball System, scanning now..." 　　At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out. Chen Feng was stunned, somewhat unable to react. What was going on? 　　Before Chen Feng could react, several blue rays swept over him. 　　Name: Chen Feng. 　　Gender: Male. 　　Age: 16. 　　Height: 180cm. 　　Weight: 61kg. 　　Wingspan: 196cm. 　　Vertical Jump: 50cm (standing), 58cm (running). 　　Speed: 100 meters 15.1 seconds, 3/4 court 4.7 seconds. 　　As the blue ray swept across, a voice announced the various data. 　　"So amazing, it knows so much with just a scan, even your age, speed, and jumping ability?" Chen Feng was surprised. The voice clearly came from the so-called "Super Basketball System." But what kind of system is this, so powerful? 　　The system's voice sounded again, "Overall evaluation..." 　　"Physical qualities, D-level." 　　"Technical ability, D-level." 　　"Basketball IQ, A-level." 　　Hearing this, Chen Feng couldn't help but ask, "What do D-level and A-level mean?" 　　The system said, "The levels are divided into five levels: S, A, B, C, and D. S-level is the best, such as NBA basketball superstar Michael Jordan, whose technical ability and physical qualities are S-level. A-level is next, B-level is next, and D-level is equivalent to being mediocre, which is your current level." 　　Chen Feng immediately broke out in a cold sweat. It turned out that his current level was only mediocre. Fortunately, his basketball IQ was A-level. 　　At the same time, he finally understood that this so-called "Super Basketball System" was interactive; it could answer his questions, which made things easier. 　　"System, um, I'll call you System then," Chen Feng said. "What exactly is going on?" 　　The system replied, "You can call me System, or any other name; it's just a code name. Do you remember the game you played? Basketball Online." 　　"Yes." 　　"This Super Basketball System is your reward after completing the game," the system said. "My mission is to help you become the best basketball player in the world. You can choose to accept or refuse. If you refuse, I will find another host." 　　Refuse? What a joke! How could he refuse an opportunity to become a basketball master, even a professional basketball player? 　　"I accept," Chen Feng said. 　　"Okay, host accepts, fusion begins..." 　　In an instant, Chen Feng felt a sharp pain in his head. 　　A moment later, the fusion was complete, and Chen Feng no longer felt the pain. He just had something more in his mind and a better understanding of this "Super Basketball System." 　　He knew that this Super Basketball System possessed the most advanced and professional basketball training and teaching capabilities, which could help him train, improve his physical fitness, and enhance his technical skills. 　　Moreover, this Super Basketball System can expand his brainpower, improve his basketball IQ, overall game awareness, vision, and so on... 　　It can be said that the three most important aspects of basketball—physical fitness, technical ability, and basketball IQ—can all be improved by this Super Basketball System, and with remarkable results. As long as he works hard, becoming an excellent basketball player is entirely possible. 　　"With the Super Basketball System, perhaps I don't have to leave the school team," Chen Feng thought to himself. "Today is Tuesday, and Saturday is the warm-up game against No. 7 Middle School. The coach told me to leave the school team next week, so I can still participate in Saturday's game. If, then..." After 　　thinking for a while, Chen Feng said, "System, is there any way to make me really good in three days?" 　　"Impossible." The system answered decisively, "Your physical fitness is too poor. Your speed, explosiveness, and jumping ability are all lacking. Although your basketball IQ is good, you haven't received systematic basketball instruction before, so you can't rely solely on basketball IQ to play basketball." 　　"..." Chen Feng felt discouraged upon hearing this. 　　He hadn't actually had much contact with basketball before, having devoted all his energy to his studies. 　　From elementary to middle school, his academic performance was consistently excellent, ranking among the top students and receiving awards almost every year. 　　Later, in high school, during the school team selection process, he was unexpectedly chosen by Lu Mianyang (actually, Lu Mianyang only selected him because he was tall enough to make up the numbers), thus joining the team and getting his hands on basketball. 　　Once he did, he couldn't help but fall in love with the game—the beautiful sound of the ball swishing through the net, the feeling of running on the court, the sensation of the ball bouncing like a sprite between his fingers, and the joy it brought him. 　　Unfortunately, his physical abilities were too poor, and he hadn't trained before. Despite diligent practice after joining the team, his skills remained mediocre. 　　In fact, Chen Feng was very intelligent, had good coordination, and a high shooting percentage. 　　However, his poor physical attributes and lack of other technical skills besides shooting led to his low skill level and the prospect of being expelled from the team. 　　"However..."

At this moment, the system added, "There are still areas for improvement within three days."
"Hmm?" Chen Feng's eyes lit up.
"Shooting, especially three-point shooting," the system said. "Your three-point shooting is actually not bad, but you haven't practiced for very long, and the coach hasn't specifically corrected your shooting form. Plus, you're too thin, and your hands lack strength, so your shooting is inconsistent, sometimes good and sometimes bad."
Hearing this, Chen Feng nodded repeatedly.
The system was right. He was thin, and the coach didn't pay much attention to him, so his shooting accuracy had always been unstable.
The system said, "Your physical attributes can't be improved in just a few days, but your shooting form can be further refined. This will allow your body to better coordinate with your shooting motion, making your shot more consistent and increasing your accuracy."
"Of course, right now you can only improve your three-point shooting."
"Because your physical attributes are poor—slow, lacking explosiveness, strength, and jumping ability—you can't break through defenses, and your mid-range jump shots are easily interfered with or blocked. Only your three-point shooting doesn't have these issues; as long as you're accurate enough, you'll be fine."
The system said, "Therefore, for you at this stage, three-point shooting is the only area where you can improve quickly." 　　Chapter 3: Practicing Three-Point Shots and Positioning
This 　　was a community basketball court, not far from Chen Feng's house. 　　It was only 5:30, just dawn, and the community court was nearly empty, but Chen Feng arrived early to practice his three-point shots. 　　Chen Feng dribbled slowly, jogged to the 45-degree angle beyond the three-point line, then jumped and flicked his wrist. 　　"Swish!" 　　The basketball arced through the hoop—a beautiful three-pointer! 　　"Not enough, your movements are still a bit stiff. Relax, remember, relax." The system's voice rang in Chen Feng's mind. "Again." 　　Chen Feng nodded, silently picked up the basketball, returned to the three-point line, took a deep breath, relaxed his body as much as possible, jumped, and shot. 　　"Whoosh." 　　The moment the basketball flew out, Chen Feng already felt that this shot would definitely go in. 　　Sure enough, with a "swish," the basketball pierced the hoop, the net billowed up like a white splash of water, the crisp sound was so pleasant, more beautiful than any music to Chen Feng. 　　"Yes, that's it." The system said, "You still need to practice, pay attention to your movements. Your body, your hands, you must be steady, understand?" 　　"Understood." Chen Feng nodded and continued training. 　　Today is Wednesday, and there isn't much time left before the warm-up game against No. 7 Middle School on Saturday. If Chen Feng wants to stay on the school team, he can only seize this opportunity. And in the next few days, the only thing he needs to do is practice three-pointers with the help of the system. 　　For him at this stage, this is the key to victory. 　　However, the Super Basketball System was somewhat difficult to explain, and it would cause a lot of trouble if others found out. Therefore, he didn't want to practice at school and could only practice at the community court. Even so, he could only practice in the mornings and evenings. 　　After nine o'clock in the morning and evening, the community court was almost empty. 　　"Remember, don't panic, don't be nervous, have confidence in yourself. If you believe you can make it, you definitely can," the system said. 　　"I know, it's just psychological suggestion," Chen Feng laughed, jumping lightly, not very high off the ground, but with a graceful movement, his wrist flicking, the basketball flew out. 　　"Swish!" 　　Another clean shot! 　　This was a movement specifically designed for Chen Feng by the system, somewhat different from a standard shooting motion, but perfectly suited to Chen Feng's current physical condition. 　　Chen Feng also worked hard, perfectly integrating this movement into his shooting, and his shooting percentage immediately improved, making at least six or seven out of ten shots. 　　Of course, this wasn't enough; he wasn't consistent enough and needed continuous practice. 　　An hour later….. 　　"Stop for a moment," the system suddenly said. "Rest for ten minutes, then start practicing your positioning." 　　"Positioning?" Chen Feng was taken aback. 　　"That's right, positioning," the system said. "You've found your shooting rhythm, and your accuracy has improved. But don't forget, you're not NBA star Stephen Curry yet. Your accuracy is only consistent when you're open. So, you need to practice positioning, to create open looks on the court, so you can maintain your three-point shooting percentage." 　　"In fact, almost all excellent shooters are positioning masters. Take JJ Redick of the Clippers, for example. He's an excellent shooter, his movements are textbook perfect. But he's also a positioning master, always able to create open looks on the court, then catch the ball, shoot, all in one smooth motion." 　　The system continued, "A game isn't practice. On the court, you need to face the opponent's defensive pressure. To get good shooting opportunities, you have to run, keep running!" 　　"I understand," Chen Feng nodded and began practicing positioning under the system's guidance. 　　Chen Feng practiced until 7:30 before going home to take a shower and then speeding to school on his bicycle. 　　School started at 8:30, so after showering and having breakfast, it was almost 8:10. Chen Feng only had about ten minutes to get to school, so he was in a rush. 　　However, despite the rush and his physical exhaustion from the morning's practice, he felt happy and satisfied. 　　"Ding-a-ling..." 　　Just as Chen Feng rushed into the classroom, the bell rang. He breathed a sigh of relief, returned to his seat, and took out his books. 　　The first period was English. The teacher's surname was Liu, and his name was Liu Changhe. He was a middle-aged man with metal-rimmed glasses and spoke very kindly. 　　During class, Chen Feng kept feeling that Liu Changhe was watching him, making him wonder if he was wearing his clothes backwards. He looked, but there was nothing wrong, which puzzled him. 　　When class ended, Liu Changhe came to Chen Feng's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Chen Feng, take it easy. Whether you stay on the school team or not doesn't really matter. Your grades are very good. If you don't practice basketball anymore, spend more time on your studies. I believe you have a bright future." " 　　Teacher, I...uh...you know?" Chen Feng was stunned and could only smile bitterly. 　　Bad news always travels fast. He was only told yesterday, and today even the teacher knew he was going to be kicked off the school team. 　　"Teacher Liu, I'm fine." Chen Feng smiled at Liu Changhe, and after the teacher left, he lay down on his desk for a nap. He 　　had gotten up early to practice basketball, and practiced for two hours straight at such a high intensity. He was really exhausted. 　　"Have you heard? Chen Feng has been kicked off the school team!" 　　"I heard too. Didn't you see Teacher Liu just go and comfort him? Humph, Teacher Liu is so biased!" 　　"If you ask me, he deserves it. He thought he could play basketball well just because he's tall. Now look what happened! He's been kicked off the school team. He's lost face so much!" 　　"Shh, keep your voice down..."

The whispers reached Chen Feng's ears. He paused for a moment, didn't open his eyes, just smiled helplessly to himself, and continued sleeping.
In any class, there are always a few petty people who can't stand seeing others do better academically than themselves. They love to belittle others, as if it elevates themselves.
Just before class, a few classmates came to comfort him, which warmed Chen Feng's heart.
...
In the afternoon, Chen Feng, as usual, went to the school team's training ground, took off his jacket, and began practicing simple dribbling and layups.
Seeing Chen Feng, the members of the school team were somewhat surprised.
"What's he doing here?"
"Who knows? Probably still hoping the coach will let him stay."
Some whispered among themselves, giving Chen Feng a cold look.
At this moment, the school team captain, Gu Yan, a senior, walked over. He also paused for a moment when he saw Chen Feng, and then heard the sarcastic remarks. He frowned and yelled at the group, "What are you all muttering about? Are you all playing really well? Don't you need to practice anymore?"
Gu Yan was the captain and a senior in the third year of high school. He was also a very good player and had a lot of authority in the team. Seeing him get angry, the people who were talking obediently shut up and went to practice. 　　Chapter 4 Imposing Aura
" 　　Chen Feng, you're here early." Gu Yan smiled at Chen Feng and comforted him, "Don't take those words to heart. Those guys are just like that, they deserve a beating!" 　　"I won't take it to heart, thank you, Captain." Chen Feng smiled. 　　If it were before, he would have said that but actually cared, but now it was different. 　　With the Super Basketball System, he could quickly catch up with those people and then surpass them. Once his strength was revealed, those people would realize how wrong they were. Therefore, Chen Feng was really not angry at those people's sarcasm. On the contrary, he found it interesting. He wondered what their expressions would be when he surpassed them. 　　"Okay, then practice hard." Gu Yan nodded. 　　As Gu Yan was leaving, Zhao Zhibin, the school team's shooting guard, patted Chen Feng on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I'll come over and practice with you later. Your shooting is pretty good." 　　Zhao Zhibin was a key player on the school team, playing shooting guard, while Gu Yan played power forward. In terms of individual skill, Gu Yan was a cut above the rest. However, as the team's starting shooting guard, Zhao Zhibin's shooting skills were also excellent, especially his fadeaway shot, which was considered superb. 　　His offer to practice with Chen Feng was a gesture of goodwill, which Chen Feng naturally sensed. He smiled and nodded at Zhao Zhibin, sincerely saying, "Thanks in advance, Brother Zhao." 　　"Hehe, it's nothing," Zhao Zhibin laughed. 　　Like Gu Yan, Zhao Zhibin was also a senior in high school, considered a veteran on the team. 　　When some people on the team made sarcastic remarks about Chen Feng, Gu Yan and Zhao Zhibin would usually intervene. But that was all they could do. Chen Feng's abilities were limited; even Coach Lu Mianyang couldn't help him, so what could they do? 　　However, these two, along with Qu Yong, a second-year high school student who plays small forward, and Zhang Long, who plays center, generally treated Chen Feng fairly well, at least not with sarcastic remarks. 　　In the team, those who mocked and bullied Chen Feng were mostly newcomers to the school team. 　　These people, like Chen Feng, were first-year high school students and looked down on him, believing he had only gotten into the team by luck. Another reason might be that Chen Feng's grades were too good, while most of them were not, leading them to isolate him. 　　It's hard to say who was right or wrong in this situation; it's just that they didn't like him. 　　A few minutes later, Lu Mianyang arrived. Seeing Chen Feng on the court, he, like the others, looked stunned for a moment before recovering. He nodded to Chen Feng and smiled, "Although you're leaving the school team next week, I'm still very happy that you're here to train. You're a true basketball enthusiast, much better than those newbies. At least I really like your attitude." 　　"Coach," Chen Feng said, delighted, and pressed his advantage, "I'd also like to participate in the game against No. 7 Middle School on Saturday. Is that alright?" 　　"This..." Lu Mianyang hesitated. He appreciated Chen Feng's serious attitude, but he wouldn't let Chen Feng stay on the team just because of that. 　　However, participating in a warm-up game with the team didn't seem too difficult. 　　"He's leaving the school team soon, let him experience it." Thinking this, Lu Mianyang nodded and said, "Okay." 　　"Thank you, Coach." Chen Feng was overjoyed. He had received permission and was just waiting to perform on Saturday! 　　For the next two days, Chen Feng practiced at the community court every morning before school and every evening after school, focusing on three-pointers and positioning. 　　With constant practice, his three-point shooting percentage became higher and more consistent, and his positioning became more precise and flexible. 　　... 　　Saturday afternoon. 　　This game was just a warm-up match, preparing for the upcoming city basketball league. For both No. 1 Middle School and No. 7 Middle School, the aim was to train their players, refine their lineups, develop their skills, and practice tactics. 　　The game started at 6 PM, lasting forty minutes, divided into four ten-minute quarters. 　　By 5 PM, the twelve members of No. 1 Middle School's team had gathered on the court, and Chen Feng was also there. 　　Seeing Chen Feng arrive in his jersey and shoes, the team members were surprised, and the students who had come to watch from the sidelines whispered among themselves. 　　"Chen Feng, wasn't he expelled from the school team? What's he doing here?" 　　"Yeah, he was expelled from the school team, how can he still represent the school team?" 　　"Maybe he's here to watch the game, just like us..." 　　The crowd was buzzing with discussion, and before the game even started, Chen Feng's arrival had already caused a stir among the players. 　　The news spread quickly, and in no time, almost the entire school knew. 　　Especially Class 8; upon learning Chen Feng was at the court, many rushed there. Some were simply there to see Chen Feng make a fool of himself, while others were more considerate, thinking that since they were from the same class, and Class 8 was a top class with many academically gifted students but few basketball skills, it wouldn't be right not to cheer him on. 　　Soon, the court was packed with people, mostly boys, but also quite a few girls. 　　These girls blinked their big eyes, scanning the school team members, who immediately became excited and began to perform various tricks to attract the girls' attention. 　　As for Chen Feng, many people talked about him, but few truly paid attention. He didn't have many tricks to show off, so he could only diligently practice his shooting. 　　Fancy layups, behind-the-back layups, reverse layups… the school team members did everything they could to attract the girls' attention. 　　Later, Gu Yan, the school team's star player and 1.96-meter tall, even pulled off a dunk. He forcefully slammed the basketball into the hoop with a loud bang, eliciting gasps from the entire arena. 　　Seeing Gu Yan's impressive performance, Zhang Long, the 206-meter-tall center, couldn't resist joining in. 　　"Wow, another dunk!"

"Amazing!"
The crowd exclaimed loudly from the sidelines, some girls even staring at Zhang Long with shining eyes. Zhang Long felt great and wanted to do a few more.
"Alright, save your energy for the game." Lu Mianyang glared at Zhang Long, who shrank back and became obedient.
Chen Feng looked at the basket, thinking to himself, "When will I be able to dunk?"
"Don't worry, once your physical abilities improve, dunking will be like drinking water." The system's voice rang out, "Believe me, that day isn't too far away."
"Okay." Chen Feng nodded heavily.
At six o'clock, the students from No. 7 Middle School arrived. As soon as they
arrived at the No. 1 Middle School side of the court, they immediately became noisy, and the people on the sidelines exclaimed repeatedly, "So tall! So strong!"
Yes, the students from No. 7 Middle School were all very tall, the shortest being over 190cm, and they all looked very strong, like a herd of bulls.
A group of people walked in, their aura imposing! Chapter
5
One-Handed Dunk
"The people from No. 7 Middle School are all very tall, which is a big disadvantage for us!"
"Yeah, and they're all very strong. We can't gain any advantage physically."
Some people on the No. 1 Middle School team whispered, a little nervous. Compared to the people from No. 7 Middle School, No. 1 Middle School was clearly at a disadvantage in height. Apart from center Zhang Long and power forward Gu Yan, none of the other players were as tall as those from No. 7 Middle School.
Seeing that the team's morale was somewhat low, Zhang Long stepped forward and encouraged them, saying, "What are you afraid of? They're just taller and bigger. Playing basketball is all about skill."
Gu Yan also looked serious. This wasn't the first time he had played against the No. 7 Middle School team, and he was quite familiar with some of the veterans from No. 7 Middle School. He then introduced the rookies on his side, including Chen Feng, to them: "Their numbers on the other side are Xu Fang (No. 7), Zhou Zhen (No. 9), Mo Xiaochuan (No. 11), Zheng Wei (No. 18), and Lu Zhongbin (No. 13). These are all veterans from No. 7 Middle School."
These veterans, like Gu Yan and Zhao Zhibin, were either in their second or third year of high school and had been on the team for more than a year.
Gu Yan said, "Zhou Zhen is very strong, playing shooting guard, and he's a formidable player. Mo Xiaochuan plays point guard, with excellent passing skills, sharp penetration, and accurate three-point shooting; he's a cold-blooded killer."
"Furthermore, while their numbers 7, 18, and 13 are also good, they're significantly weaker than Zhou Zhen (number 9) and Mo Xiaochuan (number 11)."
"In short, Zhou Zhen is the core player of No. 7 Middle School, and Mo Xiaochuan is their second option. Be careful of these two when the game starts."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Looking at the crowd, Gu Yan smiled and said, "Don't be too nervous, relax. We beat No. 7 Middle School in last year's city basketball league, so we don't need to be afraid of them today."
"Yes, although they're taller than us, they're definitely not as fast. Don't be afraid of them!"
"Play well, beat No. 7 Middle School!"
The players regained their confidence, their eyes gleaming with fierce fighting spirit as they looked at the No. 7 Middle School players.
On the other side, the No. 7 Middle School players were also watching No. 1 Middle School.
Zhou Zhen, number 9 and captain of No. 7 Middle School, dribbled the ball while saying to his teammate, a tall, muscular man over 1.9 meters, "Wu Kai, number 13 on the other side is Gu Yan, No. 1 Middle School's ace, and he plays power forward just like you."
"He's Gu Yan?" Wu Kai raised an eyebrow, narrowing his eyes. "Captain, don't worry, I'll definitely crush him later."
"I don't doubt your scoring ability," Zhou Zhen laughed. "But you also need to guard him. This Gu Yan is very strong; don't underestimate him."
"I know, strategically underestimating the opponent, tactically respecting them."
"Good to know," Wu Kai said. "Last year in the city basketball league, we lost to No. 1 Middle School in the second round because we were too weak at the power forward position; no one could contain Gu Yan. But this year is different. With you, we're much stronger, and we definitely won't lose to No. 1 Middle School again."
"Captain, don't worry, we're going to win!" Wu Kai chuckled.
Half an hour passed quickly, and the game was about to begin. Both coaches called their players over to arrange the starting lineups and strategize.
For No. 1 Middle School, the starting lineup was: "Center, No. 6, Zhang Long."
"Power Forward, No. 13, Gu Yan."
"Small Forward, No. 4, Qu Yong."
"Shooting Guard, No. 5, Zhao Zhibin."
"Point Guard, No. 3, Ye Yiming."
Lu Mianyang looked at the starting players with a serious expression and said, "No. 7 Middle School is very strong. Their ace is Zhou Zhen, who is excellent at shooting guard. Zhao Zhibin, you need to guard him well. This isn't the first time you've faced Zhou Zhen; you should know what to do."
"Coach, I know what to do, but Zhou Zhen is very fast, and I'm not sure I can shut him down completely," Zhao Zhibin said.
"That's okay. We have an advantage at the power forward position." Lu Mianyang looked at Gu Yan, "Gu Yan, you need to help Zhao Zhibin on defense. If Zhou Zhen drives, immediately move up to help."
"Okay," Gu Yan nodded.
They used this tactic last year, successfully limiting the opponent's ace Zhou Zhen and winning the quarterfinals of the city basketball league.
Perhaps Zhou Zhen has improved this year, but Gu Yan believes that his cooperation with Zhao Zhibin can still contain him.
"Defensively, we need to limit Zhou Zhen; offensively, we'll focus on Gu Yan," Lu Mianyang said. "Their power forward is Wang Jun, whose strength is average; he can't stop Gu Yan."
"Okay."
"Yes." The starting players nodded, indicating they understood.
Chen Feng watched from the sidelines, envious, but he knew the coach wouldn't let him start; he'd only be a substitute.
"Whistle..."
The whistle blew, and the game began!
"Alright, get on the court and play well. We beat No. 7 Middle School in the second round of last year's citywide basketball league, they're definitely eager to prove us wrong, so don't let your guard down."
Lu Mianyang said, glancing towards No. 7 Middle School. Seeing their starting five, he was taken aback and frowned. "The power forward isn't Wang Jun, but number 2. Isn't number 2 a freshman? What's No. 7 Middle School up to by starting him?"
Lu Mianyang frowned, sensing something was wrong.
On the court, both teams took their positions. The referee tossed the ball up, and Zhang Long and No. 7 Middle School's center Zheng Wei jumped simultaneously. Zheng Wei, about the same height as Zhang Long but with longer arms, touched the ball first and tipped it to Zhou Zhen.
Zhou Zhen received the ball and accelerated, heading straight for No. 1 Middle School's half of the court.
"Trying to launch a fast break? Dream on!" Zhao Zhibin had been watching Zhou Zhen from the start, and as soon as Zhou Zhen got the ball, he pounced on him, blocking his way and preventing him from launching a fast break.
"Did you think I was going to launch a fast break? Yes, I am going to launch a fast break, but I won't do it myself." Zhou Zhen grinned, flicked his wrist, and the ball flew towards the basket of No. 1 Middle School.
"What, a pass?" Zhao Zhibin was stunned, not expecting Zhou Zhen to pass the ball. Zhou Zhen was the first to receive it, and among the five players from No. 7 Middle School, he was the fastest. He had only just crossed the center line; there was no way anyone could receive the pass under the basket.
Qu Yong and Ye Yiming were also taken aback. Only Gu Yan reacted, inwardly cursing and chasing towards the basket.
Unfortunately, it was too late!
A tall figure flashed past, leaving behind a silhouette with the number 2 on it, rushing like the wind to the No. 1 Middle School's half-court free throw line.
"That's... No. 2 from No. 7 Middle School, power forward Wu Kai!" Even Lu Mianyang was surprised.
Wu Kai was over 1.9 meters tall, but his speed was astonishing. He started moving from the jump ball, rushing to the No. 1 Middle School's half-court in the blink of an eye. Even Gu Yan, who was guarding him, was a little slow to react, and the others from No. 1 Middle School hadn't even reacted yet.
Just then, Zhou Zhen's pass arrived. Wu Kai had already stepped into the free-throw line, grabbed the basketball, and then jumped up, slamming it down on the rim with one hand.
With a loud "bang," the basketball slammed into the basket.
Wu Kai gripped the rim with one hand, tugged at it twice, and then jumped down.
"Beep!" (Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [Ruolan Bookstore] and reply with the number 38 to continue reading the exciting story.)
The referee blew his whistle and gestured, indicating both scores were valid.
It was a beautiful one-handed dunk. Wu Kai used his speed and his excellent teamwork with Zhou Zhen to catch everyone off guard and successfully score two points.
Seeing Wu Kai retreat to defend and high-five Zhou Zhen in celebration, a shadow fell over Lu Mianyang's heart. His assessment of No. 7 Middle School seemed to have overlooked something.

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