Chapter 111

C111 – 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.

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.