Basketball System: Rebound of the Underdog

The bench of the Feng Foxes was stunned to silence as they watched the scoreboard.

It was once again a six-point gap.

If, at first, they didn't have to be alarmed because they still had some time to catch up, then at that moment, most of the players were already panicking.

There were only a few minutes left in the third quarter, yet it was still a single-digit gap.

Moreover, with Kai's new shooting skills, Yiming felt that it would be harder to catch up to them.

Sir Muchen nudged Sir Dao's shoulder.

"What can you say about him now?" he asked. "He isn't too bad, huh?"

Sir Dao didn't respond this time, which Muchen took as a victory. The old man was actually speechless—almost in disbelief that the Shizi Dogs were actually keeping up without their star player, Yuze.

Meanwhile, Suzy felt her heart beating faster inside her chest as she looked at Kai rejoice with his other teammates.

His hair was still a mess, and he looked like a hobo with his sweaty body and facial hair, yet somehow, he still looked cool in her eyes.

Moreover, the time when she saw his eyes when they were running away from those Daxue troublemakers made its way back to her mind, making her cheeks warm up.

"Goodness," she muttered. "It's hot in here."

The minutes turned into seconds, and before they knew it, there were only 48 seconds left on the clock, yet the score still hadn't moved.

60-54

The two teams were getting frustrated. However, the Shizi Dogs felt more at ease since they believed they would be able to push themselves to the limits and finally overtake the Feng Foxes for the last quarter.

However, even with those 48 seconds, Yuze decided to replace Jet for the remainder of the quarter—hoping to orchestrate one more play to narrow their gap even further.

Yiming sighed in frustration as Junfeng let the ball be stolen away from Yuze, appearing to have recharged his energy during his rest.

However, Yiming wasn't going to let him.

The two captains stood face to face, the tension between them almost visible with how high it was.

It was a test of their skills, yet somehow, Yiming already knew how it was going to end.

Yuze dribbled the ball toward their ring, and Yiming tried to stop him. However, with his fast moves, Yuze was able to surpass him without much trouble.

Justin's eyes widened in surprise.

"What just happened? It seems like Yuze just teleported!"

"Was Yuze always better than Yiming?"

"Since when did this happen?"

Yiming tried his hardest to steal the ball from Yuze, but he felt like a puppet on strings with Yuze as the puppeteer.

From the get-go, Yiming already knew that Yuze was a better player than him—that was why he considered him to be his rival anyway.

Yuze was his goal.

If Chunlei had Max, then Yiming had Yuze—both of which they were still trying hard to beat.

Yuze was just never fortunate enough to meet a team that was as talented as him, which led people to believe that Yiming was better than him by a long shot.

However, that wasn't the case.

Yuze was better, and now that he had some good teammates alongside him, Yiming believed that he would be unstoppable.

With that, Yuze sank the shot just as the buzzer resounded, which narrowed their gap even more.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

60-56

"Ooh! Yuze makes a last-minute shot, narrowing their gap to a mere four points. Will this really be the year where Shizi High is going to make it into the semi-finals?"

"As far as I know, their school had never made it this far ever since their establishment!" he exclaimed.

At the end of the third quarter, the students from Shizi High became even more enthusiastic.

However, the Foxes' supporters were also the same, and due to their large number, the cheers of the Shizi supporters were drowned out.

"Foxes, Foxes, raise your flags!

Make those doggies back their bags!"

"Boo! Shitty High sucks!"

"Ya'll are on steroids."

"Go back to being a bunch of losers!"

"Feng Foxes will win in the end anyway!"

Justin clicked his tongue as he listened to their taunts. It seemed like the Feng Arts students were shitty no matter what game.

May it be football or basketball, they were going to throw such filthy words.

Unluckily for them, Shizi High was definitely filthier.

"Bocheng is a mommy's boy!"

"I saw Kexin in the gym struggling with 10-pond dumbbells!"

"The Feng Foxes' coach has three wives!"

Those at the bench were flabbergasted by their statements. It seemed like they were taking it to another level!

In the end, the Shizi High supporters undoubtedly won with their below-the-belt cheers.

Meanwhile, the two teams used the small break to start discussing their respective strategies.

"Are—are you still okay with playing?" Lina asked Kai, knowing that he had been playing non-stop for the three quarters.

Kai pursed his lips before nodding.

Lina looked down at the ground since Kai hadn't responded to her with words once again. It seemed like he was really upset because of her.

"Are you sure?" Yuze asked.

"Yeah," Kai said. "I'm not tired yet."

Kun shook his head as he sat on the bench.

"Goodness," he said. "I can't keep up with you, youngsters, anymore. I can't believe you're not tired yet," he's said to Kai, to which the latter merely shrugged.

"Kun will be replaced by Jinping," Lina said. "We'll go with the same strategy."

Then, she glanced at the Feng Foxes' side. "It seems like they have no plans of sending Chunlei in, so let's choke them to the point of no return."

The players nodded, and they all brought their hands in for a group cheer.

"Let's do this!"

Jinping.

Zeren.

Kai.

Yuze.

Jet.

They walked to the court with determined faces, the crowd behind them erupting into monstrous cheers.

Bocheng.

Kexin.

Shilei.

Junfeng.

Yiming.

The Feng Foxes quickly followed, making the cheers of the Shizi Dogs' supporters sound like mere casual conversations as the Feng Foxes' supporters screamed.

Lina nodded to herself when she saw that they still hadn't utilized Chunlei. Her pride was hurt since he still didn't play against the Shizi Dogs, but at the same time, she was relieved since they had a higher chance of winning without him there.

"The ten players are now on the court," Mark exclaimed.

"There are only ten minutes left on the clock—possibly the last ten minutes of the game."

"With that," he smirked.

"Let's start the fourth quarter!"