The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

The fight has been temporarily quelled.

But the tension on the field had clearly intensified.

Fu Youchuan walked back to the group, passing by Lin Bei.

He lowered his voice and said, "Make sure the pass is accurate in a bit."

Lin Bei glanced at him and nodded.

In the stands, Fu Chaochao wiped away her tears and raised the banner again.

A soft voice called out, "Go, Second Brother!"

Fu Hua turned her gaze away and looked out the high windows of the gymnasium.

The winter sun was pale and cold, just like her heart.

Aside from scientific research, there's really nothing that can pique her interest.

Zhang Wen handed over another sweet potato: "Want some more?"

"No."

Fu Hua smiled and said, "Eating any more will cause indigestion."

The whistle blew again.

The competition is finally about to begin.

The game started with the sound of the whistle.

It's obvious that the group from No. 1 Middle School did their homework.

He immediately fixed his gaze on Fu Youchuan.

Two tall men, each over 1.8 meters tall, sandwiched him between them, like a sandwich filling.

Fu Youchuan tried to rush out several times but failed.

He was so angry that the ball was stolen as soon as he got it that his face turned black.

Things aren't going well for Linbei either.

The No. 1 High School in the city specifically assigned a short boy to stick to him.

That guy is dishonest and makes all sorts of dirty tricks, but the referee often misses them.

Lin Bei was annoyed by the disturbance and missed several three-pointers.

"Hold!"

Fu Youchuan cursed, and seizing an opportunity,

He forcefully pushed his way through with his body and scored a layup.

"Beep—"

The referee blew the whistle, and the score was valid.

Fu Youchuan, panting heavily, whistled towards the stands.

Fu Chaochao immediately stood up and waved a banner.

Several girls surrounded her, chattering: "Chao Chao, your second brother is so handsome!" "That was really tough!"

Fu Chaochao smiled sweetly, her chin slightly raised, but her gaze drifted towards Fu Hua.

Seeing Fu Hua sitting there quietly,

He was still holding half a fried dough twist in his hand, looking completely indifferent.

Her anger flared up instantly; what was with the pretense of being aloof!

The game became increasingly intense.

The score was close, and the atmosphere was tense.

Fu Youchuan has achieved another breakthrough.

The opposing center tripped him, and he stumbled and almost fell.

"You fucking—"

Fu Youchuan turned around and was about to grab the man's collar.

"Captain Fu! No!"

Lin Bei quickly stopped him.

late.

The referee blew his whistle loudly and gave Fu Youchuan a technical foul.

The No. 1 Middle School team received two penalty kicks and one throw-in.

This is not finished.

During the free throw, Fu Youchuan couldn't control his temper.

They clashed with the opposing player again, and the two started pushing and shoving each other.

The scene immediately descended into chaos, with players from both sides rushing forward.

Lin Bei tried to break up the fight, but was elbowed in the chest by someone and fell to the ground with a muffled groan.

"Lin Bei!"

Zhang Wen, standing in the stands, was so frightened that she stood up.

The referee, with a dark expression, blew his whistle repeatedly.

Final result: Fu Youchuan received his second technical foul and was ejected from the game.

Lin Bei was badly injured in the collision. After examining him, the team doctor shook his head and said he couldn't continue playing.

To make matters worse, two substitutes also got injured in the chaos.

One twisted his ankle, and the other poked his finger.

At halftime, they were already down by twelve points.

Even worse, Minghua only has four capable fighters left.

One more is needed.

Laughter could be heard coming from the rest area of ​​the No. 1 Middle School in the city.

Several players openly pointed and whispered among themselves.

"Principal Gao, the quality of your current batch of players is terrible. How come each generation is worse than the last?"

Faced with the sarcastic remarks of the principal of the No. 1 Middle School,

Principal Gao was even more embarrassed and his face turned ugly.

He couldn't sit still any longer, so he gave the head of teaching a few words and hurriedly ran to the rest area.

"You...you guys are really..."

Looking at the dejected team members, Principal Gao was so angry he could barely speak.

"Fu Youchuan! Is this how you lead the team as captain?! Huh?!"

Fu Youchuan sat on the bench, his head covered with a towel, without saying a word.

"What do we do now? How can we fight with one less person?"

Principal Gao looked at Lin Bei, "Lin Bei, there are quite a few second-year high school boys watching the game today, can you recommend one?"

Lin Bei clutched his chest and took a breath.

He looked up and said, "Principal, I propose an individual."

"Who?"

"Fu Hua".

The rest area fell silent instantly.

The next second, Fu Youchuan ripped off the towel.

His eyes were red: "Lin Bei, are you crazy?! She's a woman!"

The other team members exchanged bewildered glances: "This...this isn't against the rules, is it?"

"Mixed-gender fighting? Never heard of that..."

"That Fu Hua is good at exams, that's completely different from basketball."

"Does Lin Bei even know what he's saying?"

Principal Gao frowned: "Nonsense! This is a formal competition!"

What about Zhao Meng? I heard that Zhao Meng from Class 6 is pretty good at basketball.

Zhao Meng, who was named, was quickly invited over.

"Principal, I'm here."

"There are no substitutes, you go in."

The university president made the decision.

"no problem."

At the start of the second half, Zhao Meng replaced Lin Bei.

That kid is really strong; he charged around recklessly and managed to catch up a few points.

The students from Class 6 in the stands all stood up to cheer him on.

But the good times don't last long.

The No. 1 Middle School in the city has adjusted its tactics.

It's specifically designed for players like Zhao Meng who rely on brute force in their game.

A few well-coordinated plays confused him, and the score gap widened again.

To make matters worse, during the game, the center collided with an opposing player while trying to grab a rebound, and both of them fell to the ground.

The referee called a foul on both sides, and the center twisted his ankle and had to be helped off the court.

One less.

There really are no substitutes now.

Principal Gao was frantic, pacing back and forth: "Who...who else can we turn to?!"

Lin Bei stood up, his face still a little pale.

But his tone was firm: "Principal, it's still Fu Hua."

Zhao Meng, wiping his sweat, said, "Principal, I think... we can give it a try. Zhang Wen also said that Fu Hua is quite capable."

He just inexplicably felt something for Fu Huaxing.

The students in Class 6 of Ding unconditionally trusted Fu Hua.

"What's there to try!"

Fu Youchuan growled, "Are you trying to embarrass her by letting her play?!"

Principal Gao ignored him, his gaze sweeping across the audience before finally settling on Fu Hua.

He beckoned and had someone call Fu Hua over.

Fu Hua walked down from the stands, and all eyes followed her.

His eyes were filled with doubt.

Why is he calling a girl?

Surely he can't just come on as a substitute, can he?

Everyone thought it was a fantasy, impossible.

Fu Hua remained calm and walked to the rest area.

Principal Gao recounted the incident.

Fu Hua first glanced at Lin Bei's injuries: "Are you alright?"

"fine."

Lin Bei shook his head, looking at her, "Would you... be willing to give it a try?"

Fu Hua didn't answer directly, but turned to look at Fu Youchuan.

This man's face was ashen at this moment.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were full of resistance and disdain.

She wanted to see the look of utter defeat on his face!

That should be quite interesting.

"headmaster,"

Fu Hua spoke, her voice clear and steady, "Are the rules allowing girls to participate?"

Principal Gao was taken aback: "Well... there's no explicit prohibition..."

He looked towards the referee team, where several referees were discussing something.

The coach from the city's No. 1 High School was outraged: "Are you kidding me! This is a men's basketball game! There's no way you're letting girls play!!"

"I've read the rulebook."

Lin Bei stood up and said, "It only specifies the high school group, not the gender. If the judging panel allows, girls can of course participate."