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

The referees huddled together and whispered for a long time.

Finally, the referee came over and said, "Theoretically... yes. But you have to sign a waiver, and you'll be responsible for any injuries you sustain."

"Can."

Fu Hua shrugged.

The referee sized up Fu Hua's slender frame. "Are you sure?"

Fu Hua nodded.

"Huahua!"

Zhang Wen learned that Fu Hua was going to play basketball against a bunch of boys.

She rushed down from the stands, stamping her feet in distress, "Huahua, don't be impulsive! You're good at pitching, but those guys are tall and strong; a collision could be terrible!"

Fu Hua patted her hand: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

She walked up to Principal Gao and said, "Principal, I have two conditions."

"you say."

"First, when I'm on the field, the on-field commanders listen to me."

Fu Youchuan suddenly looked up: "You..."

"second,"

Fu Hua didn't even look at him. "If I help the school win, the school will be responsible for forming a women's basketball team."

In 1984, the Chinese women's basketball team had already won the bronze medal at the Los Angeles Olympics.

The best high school doesn't even have a proper sports team.

It's unbelievable when people hear it.

The principal was stunned.

"Women's basketball?"

In fact, Principal Gao also had this idea, but he was always busy with other things, so he put it off.

"Okay, I agree."

The students from Class 6 in the stands fell silent for a moment.

Then cheers erupted: "Fu Hua! Fu Hua! Fu Hua!"

Fu Youchuan trembled with rage: "Are you trying to humiliate us?!"

"Think whatever you want."

As long as it makes Fu Youchuan uncomfortable

She doesn't mind doing more.

Fu Hua glanced at him, her eyes indifferent. "So, want to bet?"

Fu Youchuan, suppressing his anger, sneered, "What else do you want to bet on?"

"If I win,"

Fu Hua looked at him, her gaze as calm as if she were saying, "The weather's nice today."

"From now on, you are not allowed to say a single word when we eat at home. Remember, not a single word. I find it noisy and it affects my appetite."

Fu Youchuan was taken aback at first.

His face immediately turned bright red: "You...!"

"You dare not?"

Fu Hua tilted her head slightly: "Do you think you'll lose?"

"bet!"

Fu Youchuan practically spat out the word through gritted teeth.

"What if you lose?"

Fu Hua smiled, her eyes unusually mischievous: "I'll leave the Fu family, how about that?"

Fu Youchuan's expectations were dashed.

It's not bad when you think about it.

"You said it yourself, no one forced you."

Fu Youchuan was overjoyed by this unexpected surprise: "Don't go back on your word."

"Don't worry, I keep my word."

"make a deal."

Fu Youchuan's voice was urgent.

As long as Fu Hua can leave,

The outcome of this match doesn't seem to matter that much anymore.

In the stands, Director Wang and the principal of the No. 1 Middle School exchanged a glance.

They both saw the word "absurd" in each other's eyes.

The principal of the city's No. 1 High School lowered his voice: "Old Gao, is your school short of talent? Sending some young girl up there to cause trouble?"

Principal Gao's forehead was covered in sweat; all he could think about was praying.

Fu Hua, please don't get hurt.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to face his old comrade-in-arms, Fu Xiao.

Sending girls onto the field is better than giving up halfway through, right?

It's all Fu Youchuan's fault, that impulsive brat, who caused so many injuries to his teammates.

Principal Gao had already cursed Fu Youchuan eight hundred times in his heart.

He had to force himself to say, "This child... has something special about her."

special?

Director Wang sneered inwardly.

That's incredibly embarrassing.

On the field, the players from No. 1 Middle School saw Fu Huazhen enter the game.

They were stunned for three seconds before bursting into laughter.

"Holy crap, are you serious?"

"And she's a beautiful woman? Have the people at Minghua gone mad?"

"Little sister, you're so small, it hurts if your brothers bump into you!"

The captain of the No. 1 Middle School was tall and, to some extent, had a conscience.

He came over and advised, "Young man, this competition is not a game. You could get injured. You should get off the field now."

It's heartbreaking to think about such a beautiful girl getting hurt.

"Thank you, please don't hold back."

Fu Hua raised her eyebrows, bent down to tighten her shoelaces, and patted the magnesium powder off her hands.

The referee whistle blows.

The final quarter begins.

The No. 1 Middle School team kicks off.

They clearly didn't take Fu Hua seriously.

The offensive rhythm was loose.

The point guard casually dribbled the ball across half-court.

Just about to pass the ball

A light gray shadow suddenly flashed by!

The ball is gone.

Before everyone could react, Fu Hua had already dribbled the ball to the three-point line.

Minghua and his companion quickly rushed over to defend.

She stopped abruptly, and the defender almost lost his footing and fell.

Then, he raised his hand and jumped to shoot.

"Whoosh—"

Hollow-core netting.

The entire room fell silent.

The team members from No. 1 Middle School were dumbfounded.

What kind of speed is that?

What kind of accuracy is that?

Fu Youchuan stood on the field, forgetting to move.

The next five minutes became Fu Hua's solo performance time.

With continuous changes of direction and speed, they tore apart the three-man defense line of the No. 1 Middle School.

The sudden stop and pullback were seamless.

His jump shot was as steady as a rock.

Even with the defense right in her face, she still managed to score.

It can even hover in the air for a while.

Every move was fluid and graceful, on par with Kyrie Irving's style.

After the three threats, a dragging step breakthrough.

A two-stage jump shot followed by a sudden stop after a large change in float.

Every move and every technique reflects the skill of a master.

As the audience in the stands erupted in cheers,

Her movements became increasingly extreme.

A quick breakthrough culminated in a powerful backhand layup.

A double-team exchange of passes resulted in a jelly-like reverse shot.

A 360-degree turn, like a dragon's tail.

It can even hover in mid-air for a while.

This doesn't look like a girl at all.

Or rather, it doesn't seem like a human being at all.

Continuous changes of direction, with varying speeds.

The defenders were stunned by her feints.

The sudden stop and pullback were so smooth, it was as if the machine had been oiled.

Her jump shot was incredibly steady; even if the opponent reached out to her face, the ball would still swish through the net.

The most amazing thing was that reverse layup.

She accelerated her drive, and two tall, strong centers jumped simultaneously to block her shot.

He was about to get blocked—

Fu Hua twisted her body in mid-air, switching from her right hand to her left.

The ball slipped through the gap between the two players' arms, gently brushing the backboard before going into the basket.

"Holy shit..."

"A team member from the No. 1 Middle School murmured."

In the stands, Director Wang suddenly stood up.

Her eyes widened in disbelief: "This move... even the women's national basketball team members can't do it!"

Any female player he knew,

No other move is as classic and perfect.

Principal Gao's eyes were wide open, and his mouth was agape, so he forgot to close it.

Lin Bei, an injured substitute in the rest area, had his eyes fixed on the fast-moving figure on the field.

At 1.6 meters tall, he seemed like a nimble fish among the male players.

Lin Bei's hands were sweating profusely; if he weren't sitting down, his legs would definitely be too weak to stand.

He originally shared the same idea as Principal Gao.

Unexpected, unexpected...

Class 6 has gone completely mad.

Chen Zhe shouted until his voice was hoarse: "Fu Hua! Awesome!!!"

Zhang Wen covered her face with her hands, and through her fingers, her eyes were filled with tiny stars.

She idolizes Fu Hua so much.

So handsome.

Fu Chaochao gripped the banner tightly, her nails digging into her palms.

The girls around her, I don't know when it started, were all looking at Fu Hua.

"That change of direction...so cool..."

"Her jump shot form is so perfect! Even better than the boys'."

"My God, that lever pull just now, my heart stopped!"

The score was quickly tied.