Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 230: The God on the Basketball Court

"Three-pointer! Three-pointer! Three-pointer..."

The entire audience was infected by Shen Yao’s enthusiasm, and everyone shouted "three-pointer, three-pointer" in unison. That No. 7’s three-point shot was truly spectacular—such a long distance was almost unheard of among domestic players, and even among international superstars, only a few could achieve it. Yet, No. 7 made it seem as if he could score at will from that incredible distance! However, if he could maintain a rapid pace of three-point shooting, victory in the game was possible. The key was whether he could sustain that speed throughout.

Just as everyone had anticipated, Lin Feng really started to show his prowess. Almost as soon as the opposing team inbounded the ball, Lin Feng stole it and without hesitation, took a three-point shot.

Three-pointer! Three-pointer! Three-pointer...

In the remaining time, he continued to hit five three-pointers in a row, and the score on the field changed to 78 to 79, with only the last 7 seconds left in the game.

"Lin Feng, you’re amazing! Dunk, dunk, dunk!" Seeing Lin Feng reverse what seemed like an inevitable defeat with his succession of long-distance three-pointers, narrowing the gap to just a single point, Shen Yao could no longer contain herself. Now there was only one thought in her mind: she hoped that Lin Feng would perform an epic dunk in the final moment, concluding the game with a super slam dunk. If that happened, there would be no regrets about this game; it would be perfection within perfection!

"Dunk!"

"Dunk!"

"Dunk!"

...

All the spectators had already stood up because today’s game was just too exciting, especially the performance of No. 7, which was so outstanding that people’s palms were swollen from clapping. But under Shen Yao’s lead, all the spectators also started shouting "dunk, dunk, dunk!" loudly, their voices merging into a deafening roar that filled the stadium, almost as if it was going to lift the roof off Tianhai Stadium. Now, there was only one thought in everyone’s mind: they wanted to see No. 7 end the game with a dunk!

Feeling the mood of the entire stadium, the players of Post and Telecommunications University were feeling incredibly frustrated. No one had expected that a regular friendly match could turn out this way. During the first three quarters, they had been in high spirits, racking up 79 points, but ever since No. 7 from the opposing team stepped onto the court, they hadn’t scored a single point. It was all because No. 7 had completely turned the tide. Who was No. 7? Even in national leagues, there was nobody as formidable as No. 7, and they hadn’t heard of such a young professional player overseas either...

Regardless, with these last 7 seconds, the inbounding could take up to 5 seconds. As long as they could get the ball in play, scoring was impossible and the victory would be secured. With this in mind, Xiao Qiu stepped to the sideline to inbound the most critical ball, ensuring the victory for Post and Telecommunications University. But faced with the tidal wave of cheers from the audience for No. 7, Xiao Qiu felt the pressure was enormous. The outcome of the game rested on his last inbound, and incredibly, the entire audience was erupting in cheers for that one player...

It was the last ball, a two-point gap, and only 7 seconds left, with Post and Telecommunications University to inbound. Lin Feng unhesitatingly confronted Xiao Qiu, waving his hands, ready to intercept the pass. Suddenly, he noticed Xiao Qiu’s left shoulder twitch and knew the ball was about to be thrown. He instantly raised his hands to meet Xiao Qiu’s right hand.

Xiao Qiu suddenly had the illusion that No. 7’s hands were everywhere, making it impossible to get the ball past him. But with only 5 seconds to inbound, the ball had to be released, or the game would truly be lost! No matter how hard Xiao Qiu tried, he couldn’t escape Lin Feng’s reach. As the five seconds were almost up and he couldn’t delay any longer, he had no choice but to throw the ball toward the least likely direction of No. 7.

"Smack!"

Lin Feng slapped the ball into his own arms with one hand, spun around, and dashed forward in three strides, taking a layup. He leapt high into the air before anyone could react, and amid the roaring cheers of the crowd, he slammed the basketball fiercely into the hoop!

"Buzz..."

At the same time, the final buzzer sounded, and the game ended with Yingbo University and Post and Telecommunications University’s staff game locked at 80-79, Yingbo University transforming defeat into victory. The shouts within the Tianhai Stadium echoed through the universe.

"Yingbo, Yingbo, Yingbo..."

"Number 7, Number 7, Number 7..."

Hearing the overwhelming applause and chants for Yingbo, Lin Feng helplessly shook his head. He couldn’t avoid fame even if he wanted to. Single-handedly turning around a game, he wondered what kind of stories people would spread about him. Reflecting on his own performance, he had kept it under control, not doing anything too outrageous. He had seen videos of superstar basketball players making ultra-long threes and dunks like his last one in professional games—those shouldn’t cause too much of a sensation.

However, seeing Ding Wan’er and Leng Mei’s disappointed and discouraged expressions wasn’t something he had hoped for, but the outcome of this game had already been achieved. Plus, Shen Yao had flown in from Yuegang to cheer for him, so he had even more reason to win this game. He clearly heard Shen Yao yelling herself hoarse just to cheer for him, which demonstrated how much she was genuinely rooting for him—a rarity in girls these days, let alone daughters of wealthy tycoons. Even if just for the unexpected presence of Shen Yao, this game was a must-win.

Meanwhile, the audience’s applause swelled wave upon wave, nearly lifting the roof of the stadium!

That Number 7 is incredible!

Number 7 is playing like a god!

How can Number 7 be so fast?

How can Number 7 shoot so accurately!

The game was so thrilling that everyone forgot their pains, only wanting to clap and cheer joyfully. Trailing by a huge margin and then witnessing Number 7 stage a miraculous comeback, such an event is seldom seen even in the most competitive professional games. It was truly a remarkable and worthwhile experience to catch such an electrifying match!

Now, all the spectators were deeply astonished by Number 7. How could he possibly be a university staff member? No ordinary staff member could possess such enviable skills as those of a professional player—such speed, such reflexes, such dreamlike skills are what every basketball enthusiast dreams of, not to mention his freakish overall court awareness and precisely timed passes. Number 7 had become a ’god’ on the basketball court!

For one person to play basketball to such an extent, it’s incredible beyond description. Ever since he took the court, the opposition hadn’t scored a single point, stuck forever at 79, while his team caught up from 22 to 80. It’s unheard of, even among international top-tier stars, to match Number 7’s achievement—he’s even more amazing than the superstar basketball players! My God! It was unbelievable that there was someone in the country who played basketball so well. If there were another basketball star as good as Number 7, they would undoubtedly be nationally famous by now. Yet Number 7 seemed completely unknown; he’s never been seen in national league games!

Who on earth is this young man? How could he possibly be a staff member of Yingbo University? If someone this skilled joined the national team, he would certainly bring honor to the country. If he could really join the national team, he would surely lead the basketball national team to historical glory!

Is Number 7 even human? How is it possible for someone to play basketball like this! Miao Qingjun was feeling unbearably distressed looking at Lin Feng. The strategic set-up he had created painstakingly through connections had been completely altered by one person. He had never expected the professional basketball team he had gone to great lengths to borrow would be so easily dismantled by him. Since the moment Number 7 stepped onto the court, his team hadn’t scored a single point, frozen at 79, while the opponent’s score soared to 80. Who exactly was he? He definitely wasn’t a Yingbo University teacher. How could a teacher have better basketball skills than professional players? It was downright impossible!

He couldn’t fathom where Ding Wan’er found such a monster. This wasn’t human, it was a beast! He didn’t understand why his Post and Telecommunications University didn’t have the allure of Yingbo University. His staff was just too weak. Not to mention someone as impressive as Number 7; he couldn’t even find anyone half as good. Otherwise, why would he need to go to the trouble of borrowing a professional basketball team? Yingbo University just offered better treatment; in all other respects, it was no match for their prestigious, nationally recognized public university. He couldn’t understand what those people were thinking, choosing a private university that offered nothing but money over an established, renowned university like theirs.

But this game was merely a friendly match between staff members; winning or losing didn’t prove anything. Even if he played like a superhero on the court, it was meaningless. The student game that followed was the real focus. No matter how talented he was, he couldn’t play, and no matter how good he was, he could only watch helplessly as his basketball team lost. His university’s basketball team had spent the entire winter in special training, studying the strengths and weaknesses of Yingbo University’s students. The whole point of organizing this friendly match was to defeat their morale and embarrass Yingbo University, making it easier to win. But even if they lost the friendly match, it didn’t matter—this game was theirs to win for sure!