"Feng Tianqi, dare to take me on one-on-one?" he provoked him.

Feng Tianqi was going to reply "yes", but as soon as his mouth opened, he paused and remembered Feng Shengyang"s warnings.

He snorted, "Who cares!"

Yin Shaojie smirked, his long body stood in front and blocked him. "Yeah, well just try to pa.s.s me first. Come on!"

F*ck!

Seeing the confident look on Yin Shaojie"s face, Feng Tianqi was very annoyed.

You think I can"t pa.s.s you?

I"ll show you!

Feng Tianqi pulled several fake moves but failed to fool Yin Shaojie.

Yin Shaojie scoffed, "You suck!"

"What did you say?" Feng Tianqi glared at him. However, as Feng Tianqi"s teammate was dribbling, Yin Shaojie stole the ball in midair as he was bouncing it.

"Thanks!" Yin Shaojie crossed him, dribbled the ball away, not forgetting to thank him.

Feng Tianqi was mad as he chased after him.

"Yin Shaojie! Didn"t you say one-on-one? Come on! If you don"t dare, you"re a coward!"

Yin Shaojie turned a deaf ear as he ran straight towards the basket.

Feng Shengyang frowned, running up himself to block Yin Shaojie.

Yin Shaojie stepped back and gave him a little smile.

Then, standing behind the three-point line, someone raised their hand as Yin Shaojie shot the ball.

The girls in the audience held their breath.

Would it go in from so far?

It went in!

Yin Shaojie seemed to have known that it would go in judging by his pleased look.

Song s.h.i.+jun came over and gave him a high-five, "Nice! Beautiful!"

The three-pointer was perfect!

Song s.h.i.+jun went to start the ball.

Seeing Yin Shaojie and Jun Zeye score again and again, he couldn"t restrain himself anymore as if something had been triggered within him.

Any guy would want to show his skills in a fierce battle like this.

Feng Shengyang was guarding Song s.h.i.+jun with a smile on his face, looking as though he were trying to block his pa.s.s.

Song s.h.i.+jun looked at him. Though he was obviously smiling, you could never know his intentions.

You think I"ll let you steal the ball?

You wis.h.!.+

"s.h.i.+jun!" Yin Shaojie shouted.

Song s.h.i.+jun made a fake move. Feng Shengyang pretended to be tricked by him and he chased after him.

Yin Shaojie and Jun Zeye were stopped by two other guys and were not able to catch up.

Song s.h.i.+jun thought for a moment and decided to shoot the ball himself.

He"d give it a shot!

Seeing his wrists lifting up, Feng Shengyang smirked, as though he had expected it. He leaned forward and jumped.

Pah!

The ball was swatted away!

Song s.h.i.+jun"s face looked grim. He secretly cursed. F*ck! He got blocked!

He must not be the one to give up the point.

Song s.h.i.+jun stared at Feng Shengyang stubbornly, not allowing him to go anywhere. Even if he made hard contact with him, he was not going to give him any chance to get close to the basket.

Come on, shoot if you can!

I"ll be the one to block you this time!

Song s.h.i.+jun was waiting for Feng Shengyang to jump up and shoot, so he could give him a taste of his own medicine.

Feng Shengyang had good judgment. He would only do things if there was a high success rate.

So instead of shooting, he chose to pa.s.s.

With his phantom-like footwork, coupled with fake moves, he was about to slip away from Song s.h.i.+jun.

Song s.h.i.+jun had already seen Feng Shengyang"s pa.s.sing motion, but his foot was moving in the other direction.

He gritted his teeth and with a hard push of his feet he lunged forward.

Bang——

Because there was no time to coordinate his movements properly, he hit the ball with his face instead of his head as he had intended.

The ball flew off the court.

Song s.h.i.+jun covered his face as he squatted down.