I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

"I can't come back, I'm sorry!" came a near-collapsed shout from the other end.

"What's wrong? Where are you?" the boy asked in surprise.

"bathroom!"

"Is it that serious? Can't you just hang in there a little longer?"

"Actually, I went to eat hot pot with my senior at noon and ordered...extra spicy! I didn't expect it to be so spicy. I really can't take it anymore. If I rush back now, I'm afraid something will happen on the field, and my high school career will end on the spot. So I'm sorry, let's try again next year!" Just by listening to the voice, you could feel the pain and tears of regret flowing down the other side.

The boy paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, I understand."

He hung up the phone after saying that.

At this moment, the assistant referee, who was also a member of the basketball team, came to the rest area and looked around. "Time's up, and your people still haven't returned?"

"Can we continue fighting, just the two of us?" Cheng Fei asked, looking at his opponent.

"Two people?" The assistant referee was stunned.

"Well, the other one has a family emergency and can't come back." The young man nodded casually.

The classmates next to him were also stunned, and their expressions changed in unison.

"How can two people fight? They're bound to lose."

"What is Chen Hao doing? He's so unreliable."

Du Xinhua and the deputy squad leader exchanged a glance, knowingly remaining silent.

"Where are your substitutes?" the assistant referee asked after a moment's thought.

“We don’t have any substitutes,” Cheng Fei shook his head.

"I'll go and talk to the head referee," the assistant referee said, turning and leaving in a hurry.

At this moment, three students from Class 6 of Senior Three returned to the field first, filling the audience with an impatient and anxious atmosphere.

"Are any of them really injured?"

"Is that Chen Hao? I can't see him anymore..."

"I think he ran away on his own. How could he run so fast when he was injured..."

"What exactly happened? The commentator needs to say something! If this continues, we'll get more complaints!"

Su Wenwen's voice rang out quickly, "Ahem, everyone, please calm down. The information we have so far is that Chen Hao cannot continue to participate due to personal reasons. Class 6 of Grade 1 has applied to continue the competition with two people. The referee team is considering whether to approve the application or directly declare him a loser. Senior, what do you think of this situation?"

"Well, they should agree. If Class 6 of Grade 1 doesn't have any substitute players, according to the rules of 3x3 basketball, in principle, even if only one player is left, the game can continue. In international competitions, there have indeed been cases where, due to various reasons, players were unable to play, yet the team still won in a 2v3 situation."

"I see. However, with the two sides being relatively evenly matched, it will be difficult to win a two-on-three battle... The Haotian team, which was leading at the start, has suddenly fallen into a major crisis. They probably won't be willing to give up like this. Can they continue to fight? There's only one two-headed shark left."

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience erupted in discussion.

"A game, including timeouts and free throws, doesn't last more than thirty minutes. What's the rush? Is the horse gone?"

"They were clearly stronger, it's such a pity they lost like this."

Zhou Han, a cheerleader sitting in the stands near the sideline, clenched her small fists and frowned deeply. "That Chen Hao is infuriating! How can there be such an unreliable guy? All he does is drag Cheng Fei down!"

Beside her, Ruan Jingyi pursed her lips, gazing at the back of the boy who was quietly resting and waiting in the rest area. The quiet girl gripped the hem of her skirt with her slender hands.

At the highest point of the audience, Lin Xuanqi looked down, sighed, and pinched the bridge of her nose. "What kind of people are these..."

Ye Shuang sat upright, silently overlooking the court, her expression unchanged.

The buzzing from the audience abruptly ceased the moment Cheng Fei and the vice-class monitor stepped back onto the field.

“Okay, it seems the referees have agreed to let the two continue the match. That means the two-headed shark, who has lost one head, will face the unscathed Trident. This will be an extremely difficult battle for Cheng Fei and Nie Zhe,” Su Wenwen said.

"Yes, but the essence of sports competition is to face challenges head-on and fight to the very last moment. The courage to challenge even when you know you will lose is the spirit of our Sakura. The battered two-headed shark faced the trident, and you could hear many people clapping spontaneously, hoping to pass on their strength to the two of them."

Applause broke out in the audience, starting faintly and sporadically, but quickly developing into enthusiastic collective applause that could be faintly heard even outside the campus.

"come on!"

"Defeat is still honorable!"

The game continued amidst these shouts.

Su Wenwen's voice rang out, "Because Chu Ting committed a shooting foul on Cheng Fei before the timeout, Cheng Fei will have two free throws. It feels like an opportunity we must seize."

"Yes, the most viable way for both of them to win is to delay the time it takes for their initial advantage to be wiped out, and to wait until the timer runs out. Getting those two free throws to increase their lead is crucial."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the tall and upright young man stood at the free-throw line and shot a basket.

First shot, missed.

The second shot also missed.

A faint sigh rose from the audience.

433. Still capable of fighting.

"Both free throws were missed, it's a real pity," Su Wenwen said with a regretful tone.

"Yes, but Cheng Fei's weakness is that he's not good at shooting from mid-to-long range. Chu Ting probably took that into consideration, which is why he chose to foul Cheng Fei to interrupt his shot." Fang Qing said solemnly.

"That feels a bit despicable."

“Making good use of the rules and the opponent’s weaknesses is also part of the game tactics. As a player, Cheng Fei also needs to learn from this to grow.”

"The senior student becomes very strict when talking about professional issues."

"No, no, of course I support Cheng Fei emotionally, but..."

After the free throw, Chu Ting served the ball to Cheng Fei.

"Is there any need to fight, junior?" A frivolous smile appeared on the boy's face.

Cheng Fei ignored him expressionlessly, skillfully dribbling past him with a change of direction.

Chu Ting's lips curled up in a smile.

The next moment, Xiao Zekai stood between Cheng Fei and the basket. The tall boy wearing black arm sleeves spread his arms and lowered his body, staring intently at Cheng Fei's every move with a cold expression, like a mother hen playing a game of tag.

Chu Ting also flanked from behind, and the two of them clung to the boy like leeches, taking turns blocking his movement routes. The few meters from the outside to the inside suddenly became exceptionally long.

On the other side, the deputy squad leader was being closely watched by the remaining person.

“Cheng Fei is in a very bad situation. He can’t find a way out when he is attacked from both sides by Xiao Zekai and Chu Ting.” Su Wenwen’s voice was full of worry.

"What's even more critical is time. The twelve-second attack window is running out, and Cheng Fei needs to find an opportunity to strike as soon as possible," Fang Qing said urgently.

As the two boys were locked in a fierce battle on the field, the audience fell silent. The only sound was the rapid screech of sneakers against the rubber surface, as if everyone was holding their breath, worried for the boy.

With everyone's attention focused on him, the boy suddenly moved in the opposite direction.

"Cheng Fei retreated to the outside, giving up the hard-won offensive results. What is he going to do? Shoot a two-pointer?" Su Wenwen said.

"No, he's just maneuvering and pulling... wait, why is he starting to travel from the outside?!" Fang Qing's words came to an abrupt halt.

On the court, when the young player retreated, Xiao Zekai and Chu Ting tacitly chose to split up. Xiao Zekai moved inside to cut off passing lanes, while Chu Ting followed up with Cheng Fei to continue guarding him.

The boy's dribbling direction suddenly changed, and in the blink of an eye he bypassed Chu Ting, then he held the ball with both hands and strode towards the basket.

step.

Two steps.

The boy's legs unleashed terrifying power, propelling him forward like a stone skipping across water, each step covering several meters. When Chu Ting turned around, he was shocked to find himself far behind.

Xiao Zekai stood inside the free-throw line, facing the boy charging like a heavy cavalryman. His muscles were tense, ready to intercept the boy's dunk. He was taller and should have an advantage in blocking the shot. Now all he had to do was wait...

When the boy took his second step and landed outside the free-throw line, his body suddenly lifted off the ground, Xiao Zekai realized what was happening, and his expression changed drastically.

At that moment, when the tall boy wearing black arm guards looked up, he saw the boy's trajectory soaring directly above him, blocking the sunlight and casting a shadow.

The boy, leaping from the free-throw line, flew like a missile, covering a great distance to hit the basket, slamming the ball into the hoop with both hands.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. From the audience's perspective, all they saw was the boy jumping from a great distance away from the basket. His opponent didn't even have time to react before he flew towards the basket with his terrifying jumping power and completed the dunk.

When this scene occurred, Lin Xuanqi, standing at the highest point of the audience, was frozen in a raised eyebrow position.

Near the sideline, Zhou Han's mouth gaped open, and Ruan Jingyi's eyes widened as well.

In a corner of the stands, Nagasaki Asuna covered her mouth.

As the boy and the ball landed, thunderous applause and shouts erupted from the stands. The exaggerated sound waves spread outwards in all directions from the Yinghua Sports Field as the center.

"No! How far did that jump?"

"It can fly?!"

"Brilliant!"

On the bright red scoreboard, numbers jumped up and down.

"10:6"

Su Wenwen exclaimed in surprise, "Did I see that right? What did Cheng Fei just do? Is he even human?!"

"It's a free throw line dunk! Michael Jordan's classic move, which requires extremely high explosiveness and coordination, and is the ultimate manifestation of a player's talent. Cheng Fei actually did it, he's simply a basketball genius!" Fang Qing said excitedly.

Amidst the electrifying atmosphere, possession of the ball shifted to Class 6 of Senior Three. The three players looked at each other, their faces extremely grim.

Despite being down a player, Cheng Fei managed to score in this way...

The three exchanged hand signals, with Xiao Zekai passing the ball to Chu Ting on the outside. Cheng Fei stood not far from Chu Ting, constantly looking around, seemingly determined to keep the ball out of bounds.

Chu Ting hesitated for a moment, then chose to shoot directly. The ball flew in an arc towards the basket, but missed. However, Xiao Zekai caught it and scored again with a layup.

Cheng Fei was still near the outside, and the vice-captain was also closely marked; no one could get back to defend this ball.

"10:7"

The three breathed a sigh of relief; at least Cheng Fei, no matter how monstrous, couldn't possibly stop their attack...

Su Wenwen continued her commentary, "Although Cheng Fei stabilized his momentum with his high-difficulty moves, the disadvantage of being outnumbered still exists. Class 6 of Senior Three will definitely be more wary of him. How should he and Nie Zhe attack next?"

"Yes, it's still very difficult. All we can do is wish them good luck."

When Cheng Fei got the ball again, he was immediately double-teamed by Xiao Zekai and Chu Ting, who had learned their lesson and were now even more determined.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the vice class monitor Nie Zhe was also entangled with a strong boy named Zheng Yu. Zheng Yu stood expressionless in front of Nie Zhe like an iron tower.

Nie Zhe was inferior to his opponent in both physical strength and skill, but he had to do something now; simply holding off one person was tantamount to waiting for his death...

Realizing this, large beads of sweat slid down Nie Zhe's forehead, only to be stopped by the temples of his glasses.

His eyes darted quickly left and right through his glasses, moving around looking for an opportunity, with Zheng Yu closely following him.

On the scoreboard, the twelve-second shot clock ticked rapidly, and the positions of the five players on the court changed quickly, creating a suffocating tension in the air.

Fang Qing commented, "Cheng Fei quickly changed direction and broke through two defenders. Zheng Yu came to help defend. Should he force a dunk? No, Cheng Fei passed the ball to Nie Zhe."

"Nie Zhe made a shot, layup, missed, Cheng Fei grabbed the rebound... and another putback dunk!" Su Wenwen shouted.

The scoreboard numbers are changing.

"11:7"

"A very beautiful teamwork. It proves that even if the two-headed shark loses one head, its offensive capabilities are still terrifying. If you relax even slightly, you will be viciously torn apart!" Fang Qing exclaimed.

The audience was captivated by the boy's powerful dunk, with many jumping up from their seats, and a new round of applause and shouts erupted.

……

434. The boy said he wanted to continue.

Under the blazing sun, the air in the stadium seemed to be on fire. Everyone was completely focused on the game, afraid of missing a single exciting moment if they blinked.

Three players from Class 6 of Senior Three gained possession of the ball and quickly launched a counterattack. Chu Ting took a long-range shot, and this time it went in.

"11:9"

"The Trident team didn't back down either, keeping the score close behind," Su Wenwen said.