Chapter 105
Chapter 105
She sat there, her fingernails digging into her palms, leaving white marks.
Eight to zero.
Zhao Lei stood outside the three-point line, dribbling the ball.
He looked at Lin Feng.
"Kid, just admit defeat. You're already pretty good. To achieve this in three months, you'll have plenty of opportunities in the future."
Lin Feng didn't speak.
He straightened up and took a deep breath.
Then he looked at Zhao Lei.
"Serve," he said.
Zhao Lei was stunned for a moment.
Then he laughed.
"OK."
He dribbled past his opponent—Lin Feng followed. Zhao Lei stopped abruptly and jumped to shoot—Lin Feng jumped up to block, his hand reaching its highest point.
The ball flew past Lin Feng's fingertips.
It hit the rim, bounced, but didn't go in.
Lin Feng landed, turned around, and grabbed the rebound.
Possession changes. Eight to one.
In the stands, the man in the gray cotton-padded jacket sat up straight again.
"This kid," he said, "is got something."
Lin Feng dribbled the ball to the three-point line.
Zhao Lei stood in front of him.
Lin Feng took a deep breath.
Then he dribbled past his opponent—to the right, his first step was quick. Zhao Lei caught up. Lin Feng stopped abruptly, crossed his arms, and dribbled to the left—Zhao Lei caught up again.
Lin Feng changed direction again, turning right.
Zhao Lei tripped.
Lin Feng jumped and shot.
Goal!
"Eight to two."
Zhao Lei serves.
He dribbled to the frontcourt and shot—but missed.
Lin Feng grabbed the rebound, dribbled to the frontcourt, and shot—it went in.
"Eight to three."
"Eight to four."
"Eight to five."
The people in the stands began to whisper among themselves.
"That kid has caught up."
"What happened to Zhao Lei?"
Zhao Lei stood on the field, panting.
His hands were trembling slightly—not from fatigue, but from nervousness.
He glanced at the score.
Eight to five.
He was only leading by three points.
Lin Feng scored again.
Eight to six.
Zhao Lei took a deep breath.
He dribbled to the frontcourt, broke through, and made a layup—the ball went in.
Nine to six.
Lin Feng serves.
He dribbled to the three-point line and pulled up for a three-pointer.
Goal!
Nine to seven.
Zhao Lei serves.
He dribbled to the frontcourt and broke through—Lin Feng fouled him.
"Defensive foul. Two free throws."
Zhao Lei stands at the free throw line.
The first free throw went in. Ten to seven.
The second free throw—the ball hit the rim and bounced out.
Lin Feng grabbed the rebound.
He dribbled the ball to the frontcourt and stood outside the three-point line.
Zhao Lei stepped up to defend.
Lin Feng dribbled the ball, once, twice, three times.
He looked into Zhao Lei's eyes.
Then he dribbled to the right—Zhao Lei followed. Lin Feng stopped abruptly, crossed over, and swerved to the left—Zhao Lei followed again. Lin Feng changed direction again, to the right—Zhao Lei tripped and swayed.
Lin Feng jumped, three points.
The ball is released.
The arc is high and steady.
Everyone in the stands was staring at the ball.
Swish.
Hollow.
"Ten to eight."
Zhao Lei stood on the field, hands on his hips, panting.
He looked at Lin Feng.
The kid was standing outside the three-point line, his hand still raised, maintaining his shooting posture.
Then he lowered his hand, turned around, and walked back to the back field.
Zhao Lei serves.
He dribbled the ball up the court but didn't rush to attack.
He glanced at the score.
Ten to eight.
He was leading by two points.
He'll win if he scores just one more point.
He took a deep breath and dribbled past his opponent—Lin Feng caught up. Zhao Lei stopped abruptly, feinting—Lin Feng jumped.
Zhao Lei leaned against Lin Feng and shot at the same time.
The whistle blew.
"Defensive foul. Two free throws."
Zhao Lei stands at the free throw line.
The first free throw went in. 11 to 8.
The second free throw—the ball hit the rim and bounced out.
Lin Feng grabbed the rebound.
He dribbled the ball to the frontcourt and stood outside the three-point line.
Zhao Lei stepped up to defend.
"Eleven to eight," Zhao Lei said. "You're still three points behind. It's too late."
Lin Feng didn't speak.
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