NOVEL WEB Chapter 111 - What Did You Say???
A cacophony of cheers erupted like a tidal wave around them.
Jiang Hao glanced back at Number Eight, who had just sprinted over, and without uttering a word, he walked away.
Yet, Number Eight was seething with rage.
It was a silent taunt—a mockery without words.
As Jiang Hao strolled past Yang Chuanwei, he offhandedly remarked, “You know, being good at studying doesn't mean you can't excel at basketball.”
Yang Chuanwei, with his face turning beet red, could find no words to counter.
It was time for the next serve.
A player from No.1 Middle School passed the ball to Yang Chuanwei, who cast a hopeful glance at Number Eight.
Jiang Hao hadn't been marking Number Eight too closely, so Yang Chuanwei confidently passed the ball to him.
Number Eight caught it.
Jiang Hao whirled around, confronting Number Eight head-on.
With a cold laugh, Number Eight taunted, “Kid, that was just a slip-up. Now watch me shine!”
But just as Number Eight was about to show off his moves, the ball was suddenly gone from his grasp.
In a flash, Jiang Hao had vanished from sight.
Now, Jiang Hao was like a warrior charging through the battlefield, ball in hand, dashing towards the basket.
Number Eight's face turned a deeper shade of red as he bellowed, “Block him, block him!”
But Liu Biao and the others were too focused on their marks to heed his calls.
Jiang Hao pulled up far from the three-point line, eyed the backboard, and effortlessly lobbed the ball.
“Swish!”
The basketball sailed through the hoop with a satisfying sound.
Jiang Hao turned to face Number Eight, who had been in hot pursuit, and quipped, “Sorry, what was that you said? I must've missed it—my hearing's not the best.”
Number Eight glowered at Jiang Hao, his face dark with fury, and held his tongue. But as he turned away, a glint of malice flickered in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Number Eight's continuous blunders were driving Yang Chuanwei to the brink of rage.
“Sun Zhou, what the heck is going on with you?!”
Yang Chuanwei demanded loudly.
At that moment, Number Eight, already seething with anger, spun around and bellowed in response to Yang Chuanwei's interrogation.
“Moron, shut your mouth!”
Witnessing this, Liu Biao couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Number Eight.
To everyone else, it appeared that the blunder was all Number Eight's fault.
But only a few knew the true terror of Jiang Hao.
His fearsome build, explosive power, otherworldly leaping ability, unmatched precision, and an array of dazzling moves!
He had long since concluded that Number Eight was no match for Jiang Hao.
The game continued with another serve, and this time, Yang Chuanwei's team approached with heightened caution.
Number Eight darted around with agility, but Jiang Hao kept his distance, not pressing too hard.
Jiang Hao understood that by staying back, he gave Number Eight the space to catch the ball, which in turn would open up his own opportunity to strike.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before a teammate from No. 1 Middle School noticed Number Eight unguarded. Seizing the chance, he passed the ball straight to him!
Right then, stationed beyond the three-point line, Number Eight caught the ball and, without a moment's hesitation, leapt towards the hoop.
“Snap!”
But just then, a shadowy figure emerged out of nowhere. Number Eight's vision went dark!
And in an instant, he watched in disbelief as the basketball he had launched was snatched out of the air by the swiftly approaching Jiang Hao!
Shock filled Number Eight's eyes at the sight.
Standing at 1.87 meters with a lifetime of training, his jumping skills were certainly not lacking.
Yet, even with all that, he had been thwarted by another.
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