My sister never calls me brother.

Seeing Miyazaki Airi speechless, Zhou Han shook off her hand and said, "Let go!"

Miyazaki Airi paused for a moment, then didn't stop Zhou Han.

Zhou Han turned and left defiantly.

Looking at Zhou Han's somewhat desolate figure, Miyazaki Airi felt a sense of unfamiliarity and thought to herself—

Why does he suddenly seem like a completely different person?!

Chapter Ninety-Two: A Regrettable Match

The afternoon classes weren't over yet.

During class, Zhou Han was somewhat absent-minded, her mind preoccupied with Yao Xiaorui.

He panicked a little when faced with this girl and didn't know how to deal with her.

Yao Xiaorui likes Zhou Han, but does Zhou Han like Yao Xiaorui? He probably doesn't even know the answer to that.

Zhou Han's emotional life was like a blank sheet of paper. He had never thought about dating, so now he didn't know what to do in the face of Yao Xiaorui's enthusiasm.

After finishing the lesson, the homeroom teacher glanced at the trash can next to Zhou Han in the distance, paused for a moment, and said, "Didn't the student on duty take out the trash today?"

The whole class was silent; no one responded.

"Duty student?" The homeroom teacher asked, puzzled, and repeated the question.

No one in the class responded.

Seeing that no one spoke up, the homeroom teacher frowned in puzzlement. After glancing at the duty roster, she said, "Feng Jiarui, aren't you on duty today? Go take out the trash."

"Ugh—" Feng Jiarui complained lazily, resting her hands on her arms behind her back, and said, "But I don't want to take out the trash..."

“You’re on duty…” The homeroom teacher didn’t expect Feng Jiarui to react this way.

"Tsk!" Feng Jiarui clicked her tongue, glanced back at Zhou Han who was in a daze, and said with a mischievous smile, "Why don't we just ask Zhou Han to pour it? He's such a good guy, he even helped with the cleaning duty yesterday..."

Zhou Han snapped out of her daze and glanced at Feng Jiarui.

“Yeah, right~” the others chimed in, saying sarcastically, “Zhou Han is a good person, especially willing to help others.”

Public opinion was immediately swayed, with everyone saying that Zhou Han was a good person, always willing to help others, and so on.

Zhou Han remained expressionless as he looked at everyone one by one. He knew that what everyone thought in their hearts and what they said were completely different.

The students were just happy to have Zhou Han take out the trash, as if they had won.

“This…” The homeroom teacher looked a little embarrassed and said, “This is not a good idea, Zhou Han is not on duty.”

The homeroom teacher wasn't very aware of what was happening in the class; he just wanted to work peacefully and didn't want to get involved in anything shady.

“I’ll go…” Zhou Han suddenly interrupted everyone.

"..." The homeroom teacher stared wide-eyed at Zhou Han, somewhat surprised.

According to the homeroom teacher, Zhou Han should have been furious, so why did she suddenly become so kind?

"Well... then I'll have to trouble Zhou Han." The homeroom teacher wiped the sweat from his forehead, ultimately deciding not to meddle.

Under everyone's gaze, Zhou Han picked up the trash can and strode out.

Miyazaki Airi looked at Zhou Han, her brows furrowing slightly, finding him increasingly strange.

Zhou Han carried the trash can, walking silently down the empty corridor, the sound of students reading aloud drifting down her face—

"At birth, people are inherently good. Their natures are similar, but their habits differ greatly..."

Nevertheless, it was difficult to conceal the laughter behind him.

When you have burdens in your heart, you become hesitant and indecisive about many things.

On the basketball court—

Fang Yong's eyes were sharp. He dribbled quickly, feinting past his opponent with dazzling movements, easily changing direction and shaking off his classmate Xu Zheng.

Xu Zheng watched Fang Yong rush towards the basket and thought to himself, "He's still so fast..."

Xu Zheng from the news department was in the same class as Fang Yong. Every time they had a PE class, Xu Zheng would be Fang Yong's sparring partner. It wasn't that Fang Yong was asking for trouble, but rather that there weren't many classmates who could play with him.

Fang Yong accelerated again, and a strong boy who looked to be over 1.9 meters tall guarded the basket.

This strong boy is named Tao Yuanwu. He is honest and straightforward, and doesn't talk much. He and Fang Yong are not only classmates, but also teammates in the basketball club. The two have a deep bond and are hailed by others as the twin stars of the basketball club.

Fang Yong suddenly changed direction, seemingly about to make a layup, and jumped very high.

Tao Yuanwu also jumped, his height of over 1.9 meters completely blocking Fang Yong's view.

The slap in the face was about to land on Fang Yong's face, but he gave a sly smile...

In an instant, Fang Yong retrieved the basketball he was about to shoot, adjusted its direction in mid-air, and turned it into a reverse layup.

The basketball was thrown at an intriguing angle and swished through the net.

The entire action was completed in the blink of an eye.

Fang Yong landed on the ground after jumping and wiped his sweat with his jersey.

“You’re in good shape right now…” Tao Yuanwu said in a muffled voice.

"Who knows..." Fang Yong flashed his bright teeth at Tao Yuanwu, his smile somewhat awkward.

"How about it?" Xu Zheng ran over. "Want to try a free throw?"

“Great!” Fang Yong said readily.

Fang Yong held the basketball, stood at the free-throw line, started dribbling, and looked up at the basket. Xu Zheng and Tao Yuanwu watched him from the side.

Everyone remained silent.

Fang Yong held the basketball, looked at the hoop, took a deep breath, and threw the basketball with perfect form.

But the moment he made the move, his hand trembled. Fang Yong felt as if he were back in his last official match in junior high school.

That was a rare opponent, one whose strength was evenly matched.

Two years ago, at the Zhongqing City Basketball Gymnasium—

At this moment, a junior high school basketball league is being held, with the two strongest junior high schools in the city facing off. The competition has reached a fever pitch.

The score remained close at 109-110, with Fang Yong's team trailing by one point.

With just over a second left, the opposing team resorted to fouling tactics to prevent Fang Yong from shooting.

When Fang Yong didn't receive the ball, he fouled, successfully freezing the game to the point where free throws would decide the outcome.

Fang Yong stood at the free throw line, rubbing his hands together to try and dry them.

"come on!"

"Go for it, Captain!"

"Make both free throws and they're done for!"

His teammates came over and patted Fang Yong on the backside to encourage him.

Fang Yong smiled and didn't say anything, just high-fived his teammates, hoping to get some good luck.

"Can you really make that shot? If you make one, can you win with your current form? If you miss one, you'll be the culprit of the school basketball team~" The opposing captain said something offensive, trying to put Fang Yong under immense pressure.

"What did you say?! Can you shut your stinking mouth while playing basketball?" Fang Yong's teammates swarmed over.

"Oh, you want to fight now?" The local team members also rushed forward, not to be outdone.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Fang Yong quickly stopped his teammates, it would be terrible if they got a technical foul.

Seeing this, the referee quickly stepped in to mediate and issue a warning. Looking at the group of young men who were taller and stronger than him, he was a little intimidated; a fight would be difficult.

It's understandable that the players were agitated when the game was so close. Everyone disliked each other, and a single harsh word could start a fight, especially during free throws.

After the players calmed down, the referee tossed the basketball to Fang Yong.

The audience consisted of students from both schools, who cheered continuously, encouraging their respective school's team.

Fang Yong took a deep breath, dribbled the basketball a few times, and prepared to shoot. He glanced at his teammates' tired expressions out of the corner of his eye.

The other party's foul words really worked, spreading like poisonous vines throughout Fang Yong's body. He felt as if all his strength had been drained away, and his heavy body was now just an empty shell.

The moment Fang Yong took the shot, he was filled with pressure. What if he missed? His teammates were running out of energy, and it would be really hard to win in overtime.

This free throw carries so much weight: the dreams and sweat of the basketball team over the past three years. If he misses, he will ruin the team's hard work.

The strongest junior high school basketball team in the entire city, the championship, the victory celebration...

All of these things will become illusions, vanishing like bubbles.

Fang Yong still remembers the bold words he made in front of his teammates when he was the captain of the basketball team—

I can't guarantee anything for high school, but in junior high, with me around, I'll definitely lead you to become the strongest team in Zhongqing City!

Those naive and bold words seem like yesterday, still fresh in my memory.

The basketball flew through the air and landed heavily. Fang Yong's shot was an airball; he didn't even touch the net.

The entire stadium fell silent. Fang Yong was also incredulous. As the team captain, he had actually missed the target entirely. Everyone found it unbelievable.

For a moment, his teammates were stunned, finding it hard to accept. It seemed that the best outcome was overtime. Although the chances of winning were slim, it was worth the effort.

"Shh~" The opposing team's basketball captain whistled when he saw Fang Yong miss the shot, feeling pleased.

Fang Yong was sweating profusely, staring blankly at the court floor, thinking, "It's over. Did I lead the team into a desperate situation? Is it my fault?"

The immense pressure slammed down on Fang Yong's head like a heavy hammer.

Preparing for the second free throw.

His teammates patted Fang Yong on the backside and continued to encourage him.

"It's okay, we can win in overtime!"

"Yes, smash their foul mouths."

"Keep it up, don't feel pressured."

Fang Yong forced a smile and chuckled, not knowing what to say.

The referee threw the ball to Fang Yong.

Fang Yong dribbled the ball, breathing heavily as he tried to calm himself, but his heart was like a raging storm, unable to find peace.