Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 225: The Hand of God

"Look, the other side is subbing."

"Why are they bringing on someone so young? What’s the point?"

"Maybe the kid has superpowers."

"Dream on. You’ve been watching too many sci-fi movies!"

...

Seeing that the team from Yingbo University had just subbed in a player who wasn’t very tall, the players from the Post and Telecommunications University burst out laughing. What was the point at this stage of the game, with the third quarter coming to an end? Even if they replaced their entire team with all-star professional basketball players, it wouldn’t make a difference. The score was beyond reach for any substitution, at any time, with a 61-point gap. The move seemed utterly pointless, a futile struggle. Why bother with such wishful thinking - wasn’t this just a joke?

They should have made their move earlier if substitutions were to have any effect. And if they were going to sub, then they should have done a complete lineup change; maybe that could have caused a shift. But substituting just one player? How could one person alter the entire scoreboard? That was quite the tall tale! Everyone knows basketball is a team sport; individual excellence alone isn’t enough. It was incomprehensible what Yingbo University was thinking by bringing on such a seemingly fragile player – what if they got injured by accident?

"What’s the use of subbing now?"

"There’s only one quarter left. With such a huge point gap, no one can do anything about it."

"They’re still struggling pointlessly."

"Are they giving up on the game, sending in such a child to play?"

...

The spectators in the stands found it odd to see Yingbo University making a substitution at this point. The team hadn’t given up despite the circumstances, but a substitution raised eyebrows. Could they possibly have a player capable of turning the game around? However, when they saw that the sub for Yingbo University was a young guy in his early twenties, everyone found it laughable. How could someone like him possibly change the course of the game? Yingbo University seemed to be in its death throes, and this substitution only seemed to signal their surrender.

Lin Feng, donning jersey number 7, stood on the court, unperturbed by the mocking gazes from the opposition, contemplating his next move.

The situation was indeed not looking good – the gap in the score was too wide. Lin Feng knew that if he played all out, he could easily win the game, but then the victory would hold no meaning. Where the ball was didn’t matter; wherever he was, he could make the shot. Handling the ball was even less of an issue; no one could reach him, and something like a three-step jump shot wouldn’t even draw a reaction to stop him...

Although this would allow him to reclaim the victory, it would be too astonishing and would certainly cause him and his family endless troubles, especially with the cameras broadcasting live. This was not what he wanted.

If he couldn’t intervene directly, then passing it was. It would be less exceptional, and as long as they could turn the game around, that was all that mattered. He really didn’t want to see Ding Wan’er getting anxious and upset.

With a concrete solution in mind, Lin Feng calmed down and focused solely on the game.

"Find your most comfortable shooting spot and get ready. I’ll feed you the ball," Lin Feng whispered to Wang Dayong, Yingbo University’s faculty representative team’s powerful center. Wearing jersey number 10 and standing nearly two meters tall with a neat buzz cut, Lin Feng knew that efficient cooperation was key for scoring – everyone was aware that shots near the basket had a higher chance of success. This was how they would reclaim those points.

Even though Wang Dayong felt puzzled by Lin Feng’s words, the current situation was what it was. So he decided to follow his lead. If Lin Feng really passed him the ball, at least it could earn the school a few more points. With this in mind, Wang Dayong moved to his most comfortable shooting position, from where he had a 90% success rate for baskets.

What Wang Dayong didn’t expect was that as soon as he got into position, Lin Feng’s pass came straight to him. He threw the ball fluidly, and it went in! Score!

"What just happened there?" Wang Dayong was dazed, unable to process what had just occurred. He’d simply run to his favorite spot as Lin Feng had suggested, and the ball had been passed to his hands. He instinctively shot and scored. How was that possible!

Lin Feng’s brilliant pass was nothing short of magical. The opposing players were all professionals, and when he had been playing against them, even a normal pass was incredibly difficult. Yet, with Lin Feng on the court, not only were they passing, but he also delivered such an unpredictably perfect ball, leading to a score without the opposition even reacting!

Lin Feng’s pass was simply masterful – perfectly coordinated with his own movements. He wondered how Lin Feng managed to deliver it so precisely, directly into his hands, allowing him to shoot from the most comfortable spot. Such a pass was not something an ordinary player could make; it required long-term teamwork to achieve. Even when watching professional league games on TV, teams weren’t guaranteed to make such passes. How did Lin Feng do it?

At this, Wang Dayong’s eyes were fixed intently on Lin Feng. He just couldn’t understand how Lin Feng managed such a miraculous pass.

"Beautiful, Wang Dayong!"

"It’s in!"

"Scored!"

...

The players from Yingbo University saw the goal, and everyone was thrilled. They immediately surrounded Lin Feng and Wang Dayong, that last shot was just too beautiful, simply the most perfect collaboration, but if anyone should be credited, it was Teacher Lin’s pass that was spot on. To be able to pass like that against the tight defense of professional players, he was truly amazing! How come no one had ever heard about him before, that there was such a basketball expert in the school? If they had known earlier, they wouldn’t be in such a passive situation now!

"Everyone, just move to the positions where you’re most comfortable shooting, no worries, the ball will come to you," Lin Feng casually told his teammates before heading back to his own half of the court.

After hearing Lin Feng’s words, everyone was even more confused. What did Lin Feng mean? What did he mean the ball would come to us? Was the last shot not a fluke, and he could keep making such passes? My goodness, if Lin Feng’s skills were really that high and he could really do it, then Yingbo University might actually have a chance to turn the score around!

With that thought, everyone’s fighting spirit was ignited, and they excitedly ran to their positions.

"What happened just now?"

"I don’t know!"

"What was that shot about?"

"How did they score?"

...

The players from Post and Telecommunications University were also a little puzzled, wondering how that number 7 managed to make that pass, despite the fact their defense was so tight. How could they have missed so completely that the ball was passed and a score made? He couldn’t be that good!

All of them were professional players, and for an ordinary college teacher to make such a pass under their watch there could only be one explanation: they had been careless. If they had been serious, there would be no way for them to have the chance to pass, let alone score!

This won’t do. They must take it seriously from now on. If they let these university teachers keep making passes like that, they would be the ones losing face, not to mention it was being broadcast live. They definitely couldn’t allow a similar incident to happen again.

Miao Qingjun’s eyes widened as he stared intently at the newly substituted number 7. As soon as he entered the game, the opponent scored. Could he really be their ace? How was that possible? If he had been an ace, Ding Wan’er would have brought him in much earlier, not waited until now. That last shot must have been accidental, and it wouldn’t happen again. As long as his teammates got serious, there would be no chance for them to score again.

Huh? Lin Feng just played and helped Yingbo University score!

Ding Wan’er hadn’t expected that the moment Lin Feng came on, he would make a pass that let Yingbo University score! He said he had never played basketball before, so how could someone who never played basketball make such an accurate pass? Moreover, Lin Feng was definitely a basketball expert! He clearly stated he hadn’t played basketball before, yet he played so well, wasn’t this contradictory? What was happening today then?

Lin Feng’s basketball skills were too good, and he must be an expert. Leng Mei saw Lin Feng make a move and help her teammates score. She realized something was off. Girl Ding had said at the beginning that Lin Feng had never played basketball, so how could he be as good as the professional players? If she had known Lin Feng was this good, she would have called him over much earlier, and they wouldn’t be in such a passive position in the match. Girl Ding wouldn’t have been irritated by Miao Qingjun like that. So what exactly was going on?

"Did you guys see that?"

"That number 7, the pass was too beautiful."

"That number 7’s pass was brilliant."

...

Some of the spectators also noticed the change in the game and were surprised that Yingbo University started scoring the moment they substituted number 7, and his last shot was stunning. Their interest piqued, they started paying more attention to the match, hoping for even more surprises to come.

Having shed their underestimating mindset, the players from Post and Telecommunications University also began to play seriously. They were already in the fourth quarter and absolutely couldn’t have a major upset. If a group of professional players couldn’t handle a bunch of pure amateurs, that would be a massive embarrassment!

However, just as they brought the ball past halfway, suddenly Lin Feng moved, approaching the opposing point guard. With a swift hand gesture, the basketball was in his possession, then he cast a glance at Wang Dayong and threw the ball out to him.

Wang Dayong, seeing Lin Feng get the ball, had already started running towards the opposing basket. He caught the ball Lin Feng had thrown and went for a three-step layup. The ball was in again!