Rebirth of wealth and freedom starts from the World Cup

Chapter 34 I’m going to start showing off!

At the edge of the court, Tang Shi sat quietly, the surrounding sounds pouring into her ears like a tide.

She heard more and more people talking about that unfamiliar name - Zhao Zixuan.

The name circulated among the crowd, with admiration and envy.

Tang Shi suddenly began to understand why this boy had become the focus of everyone's attention so quickly.

Not only does he have a stunningly handsome face, he also has the skills to run freely on the court. Every move he makes, every time he sweats, seems to make people fall for him inadvertently.

His kindness and gentleness towards girls make many girls fall in love with him.

He seemed to accept all the furtive glances and overtures, but he also maintained a great sense of propriety and distance. This demeanor undoubtedly added a bit of mystery and charm to him.

Handsomeness, ball skills, and just the right amount of gentleness are undoubtedly the three most attractive qualities between adolescent boys and girls.

"Shishi, what do you think of Song Wenjie and Zhao Zixuan?"

Peng Juan leaned close to her best friend Tang Shi and asked in a low voice in her ear.

Tang Shi's clear and moving eyes turned slightly to Teacher Cai and Teacher Zhou in the distance. They were having a heated conversation. Then she retracted her gaze and looked at Peng Juan.

"Why did you ask so?"

Peng Juan heard this, her eyes sparkled with mischief, "I've always been curious, Song Wenjie has been pursuing you, but you never agreed. If Zhao Zixuan were to pursue you now, would you consider it?"

"Of course not." Tang Shi answered without hesitation.

She has always been a good student with excellent character and academic performance. How could she easily fall into the whirlpool of premature love just because a boy is handsome and good at playing basketball?
Peng Juan sighed softly, her face full of confusion. She asked curiously, "Then I don't understand. If you don't know how to do it, why would Cheng Yuyan be entangled with Zhao Zixuan?"

Tang Shi looked at Zhao Zixuan, who was taking a breath in the rest area in the distance, but was still surrounded by many girls. There was a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

The third quarter of the game has begun. Xia Junjie is back on the field, while Zhao Zixuan temporarily returns to the sidelines to rest.

Zhao Zixuan's absence threw Class 3's offense and defense into chaos.

Without this core organizer, Class 3's positional warfare was like loose sand. The offense was unable to break through the opponent's defense, and the defense was unable to hold its own position.

Song Wenjie and Cui Chenglong seized the opportunity and jointly launched a fierce offensive, scoring 8 to 0 in just a few minutes.

As the third quarter came to an end, although Xia Junjie scored 6 points again, due to the slack overall defense of Class 3, they were still 14 points behind their opponents.

"Zhao Zixuan!"

"Zhao Zixuan!"

"..."

As the fourth quarter was about to begin, the audience shouted Zhao Zixuan's name loudly, looking forward to his return.

On the sidelines, more and more first and second year high school students gathered. Their enthusiasm and anticipation seemed to overwhelm the venue, and even the air was filled with a tense and exciting atmosphere.

When Zhao Zixuan and Xia Junjie passed by each other, he spoke softly, with a hint of irresistible power in his voice.

"You can't win basketball just by attacking. Go back and practice more."

Leaving Xia Junjie's face livid, Zhao Zixuan stepped onto the field firmly.

At this moment, the basketball flowed freely in Zhao Zixuan's hands, as if it had become one with him.

After a rest in one quarter, his physical strength had recovered to its peak, and Song Wenjie and Cui Chenglong played almost the entire game, so even facing a 14-point deficit, Zhao Zixuan still maintained a calm attitude.

He knows very well that every moment on the court is full of infinite possibilities.

The next game will be the stage for him to show his true strength.

"Humph! Why are you so proud? The score difference is 14 points. Let's see how you can catch up!?"

Xia Junjie glared at Zhao Zixuan who was dribbling the ball on the court, his face full of disdain and indomitable spirit.

He threw the towel that Li Gang handed over to him to the ground, as if the anger in his heart needed an outlet to vent.

Li Gang suppressed his emotions and said in a deep tone: "Song Wenjie and Cui Chenglong cooperated so well, and we didn't defend, otherwise we wouldn't have lost so many points, damn it! I suspect these people deliberately tricked us!"

He pushed the responsibility onto other students without hesitation, but he seemed to have forgotten that his own performance on the field was not impeccable.

His inner selfishness and escapism were fully exposed at this moment.

His shirking of responsibility undoubtedly created a rift in the team and greatly restricted the performance of other students.

But Zhao Zixuan would not blame his teammates. Even if his teammates' performance was not satisfactory, he would try his best to encourage them and continue to take the next round of the game seriously.

"Let's score the first goal. There's still time in the game, so don't rush!"

Zhao Zixuan stood outside the three-point line holding the ball, gesturing high, like the Big Dipper in the night sky, guiding the team and stabilizing morale.

His voice, like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, brought a touch of warmth to the members of Class 3.

Even though they are temporarily at a disadvantage, they still firmly believe that the dawn of victory has not yet disappeared.

Because Zhao Zixuan is on the court.

Because he hasn't given up on the game yet.

"This guy is really good at pretending!"

A sneer flashed across Xia Junjie's lips, and deep in his heart he silently prayed that Zhao Zixuan would not score a single goal.

The scoring competition between them was still intense. Zhao Zixuan scored 8 points in the second quarter alone, while Xia Junjie struggled and barely got 10 points after two quarters.

There are 10 minutes left in the game. If Zhao Zixuan can score another 4 points, Xia Junjie will face the fate of failure.

At the moment when Zhao Zixuan was ready to attack, two figures emerged quietly like ghosts, one on the left and one on the right, like two indestructible mountains, blocking his path of attack.

"Zhao Zixuan, you won't have another chance to score easily, I said!"

Song Wenjie smiled coldly, with a spark of challenge in his eyes.

The spectators on the sidelines were amazed. This scene was enough to overturn their perception of the players on the field.

"Wow! What do you mean? Song Wenjie and Cui Chenglong want to team up to guard Zhao Zixuan? Are they so aggressive right from the start?"

"Two main players from the school team defended one person together. If it were me, I could brag about it for a whole year."

"They are still taking this seriously even though they are leading by 14 points. There is a high probability that Class 3 is gone."

"..."

Amidst exclamations, Zhao Zixuan demonstrated his amazing speed and broke through like a rabbit.

"Don't even think about me!"

Cui Chenglong followed closely behind, defending with all his might, not giving Zhao Zixuan any chance to break through easily.

However, after starting, Zhao Zixuan did not blindly rely on speed to force a breakthrough, but instead showed his outstanding skills.

He cleverly used a ground pass to pass the basketball through Cui Chenglong's crotch and accurately passed it to Li Jiaming under the basket.

Afterwards, Li Jiaming quickly passed the ball back to Zhao Zixuan with a wall-to-wall cooperation. The tacit understanding between the two made the basketball create a dazzling visual effect during the pass.

Everyone thought that Li Jiaming would choose to attack and completely ignored Zhao Zixuan who quickly cut into the basket.

In the end, Zhao Zixuan, who had completely gotten rid of the defense, ended this round of offense with a brilliant layup.

"Shh!"

The basketball went into the net, and the crisp sound echoed in the court, making people marvel at Zhao Zixuan's ability to quickly read the defense and his terrifying offensive imagination.

"Pretty!"

"nice shot!"

Amidst cheers and applause, Class 3 started a scoring battle at the beginning of the fourth quarter.

(End of this chapter)