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Li Kanglin held the ball to waste time after the serve, and Chu Yuetao came over trying to steal it but was shaken off by my “Lingbo Microstep.” I then passed the ball to A Fei, who remained calm and controlled the ball before tossing it to Ouyang. Ouyang ran from the left wing to the top of the arc and passed the ball back to me. Seeing that time was running out, I took a shot, but it bounced off the rim! Pei Xinliang grabbed the rebound and handed the ball to Jia Yu, who sprinted towards the basket in a frenzy. Chu Yuetao also rushed back for the ball. Jia Yu made a long pass to Chu Yuetao, who took another shot from beyond the three-point line and scored! 9794, with only ten seconds left in the game, Chu Yuetao hit two consecutive three-pointers, closing the gap to just three points. This meant that City No. 2 High School had a theoretical chance of pushing into overtime!
We both had one timeout left, and Teacher Qiu signaled for a timeout at almost the same time as the opposing coach. As we walked off the court, I couldn’t help but glance back at this “Hound.” His six points in thirty seconds reminded me of the legendary Reggie Miller. Chu Yuetao’s ability to perform under pressure was truly impressive. After leaving the court, Teacher Qiu pulled out a tactics board to set up our final attack, repeatedly marking it with his pen. Eventually, everyone’s attention naturally focused on our trio of swordsmen because the opponents would definitely go for a three-pointer, and their only players with long-range shooting ability were their trident. It was Jade Unicorn Three Swordsmen vs. City No. 2 High School's trident—similar heights, same age, and close in skill. The time had come to see who would emerge victorious.
After the timeout ended, we stepped back onto the court. I picked up my number 1 jersey and looked at Hu Yue. It seemed he wouldn’t be able to play. As City No. 2 High School entered for a sideline throw-in in the second half, Chu Yuetao brought the ball upcourt and suddenly passed it to Jia Yu. Jia Yu took a shot from beyond the three-point line and scored! 9797! We were tied at the last moment! Just a minute ago, we had been leading by nine points, and now it all crumbled in an instant. All our efforts throughout the game seemed wasted as we returned to square one with City No. 2 High School!
With only four seconds left on the clock, if we didn’t score on this possession, we would head into overtime. I saw A Fei and Ouyang wiping sweat from their foreheads simultaneously. Everyone was exhausted; if we went into overtime, I really didn’t know if we could keep running. I noticed City No. 2 High School's trident huddled closely together while other players rushed over to pat Jia Yu on the head. Four seconds—could we create another miracle? Yes! We had once achieved a last-second victory that propelled us forward; I almost forgot—I am the King of the Last Shot!
We had no timeouts left. Li Kanglin stepped out for an inbound pass. I received the ball and directly passed it to A Fei. After receiving it, A Fei turned around and passed it back to Ouyang. I sprinted toward the basket as Ouyang quickly cut in for me. I caught the ball and went straight for a layup; Wei Bingxin attempted to jump for a block but was double-teamed by Li Kanglin and Tu Lei. Just as I released my shot, time expired—the ball bounced once off the rim before swishing through! 9997! I had once again completed a last-second victory! This meant we had swept City No. 2 High School at home and advanced to the semifinals of the City High League for two consecutive years! “King of the Last Shot!” shouted A Fei and Ouyang as they ran towards me. I opened my arms and ran around the court while all the fans cheered: “The King of the Last Shot of Dream Chasers lives up to his name!” I felt incredibly confused, almost like I was in another world—were we playing at our home court or at City No. 2 High School’s? Were they supporting our street basketball team, Dream Chasers, or their own team from City High League, Yulin High School? Was there a shift in allegiance among fans or just misplaced enthusiasm? It was hard to understand.
We joyfully entered the Locker Room. Ouyang hugged me tightly and kissed me on the cheek. “Calm down, Ouyang,” I quickly stopped him as he put his arm around my shoulder and helped me sit down. He whispered in my ear, “I didn’t expect you guys from Dream Chaser Boys Streetball Team to be quite famous! So how about this season? Are you going for the Street Basketball Championship Defending Champion? Remember to take me along.” I patted him on his chest: “No problem! But if our team from Yulin High School wins this season, then I’ll consider bringing out A Fei, Jiang Lingfeng, and you for some street basketball.” “What if you don’t win?” Ouyang continued asking; this question really caught me off guard. After thinking for a moment, I replied: “If we don’t win, then we won’t participate in street basketball competitions because it would be too disappointing.”
After this grueling battle, we finally walked out of City No. 2 High School’s gym with our heads held high. On the bus ride back, I discussed with A Fei why City No. 2 High School’s fans seemed to switch sides during our game. A Fei smiled and explained that they hadn’t switched sides; they simply loved basketball and respected players—they liked pure basketball above all else. City No. 2 High School was their home team, but they wouldn’t harbor hostility towards other teams. After hearing this explanation from A Fei, it made sense; I suddenly felt great respect for City No. 2 High School’s fans.
By the time we returned to school, it was already noon—just as classes were letting out. When I got back to class, my legs felt weak after facing City No. 2 High School twice; I concluded that if you want to win, you need good stamina; if you want victory, your legs must be strong. In short, Chu Yuetao is an unkillable Hound, while both Jia Yu and Pei Xinliang are speedsters; I wonder when I'll face off against Chu Yuetao again? Although his playing style is intense, I don’t dislike him; I enjoy competing against such opponents who are smart on the court—I admire him.
While resting my head on my desk, Xia Ying leaned over and said: “Hey, Soda, did you know you look just as cool as Da Tao when you play?” “What!” Startled by her comment, I lifted my heavy head from my desk and scared her: “What’s wrong? Can’t even compliment you?” “Is that supposed to be a compliment? It’s obvious you’re praising Chu Yuetao! Why compare me to him? I'm way cooler than he is!” Hearing this nearly made Xia Ying faint; she rolled her eyes at me and ignored me afterward. It annoyed me that she kept praising Chu Yuetao. In every aspect, I'm not inferior to him—I'm even slightly better because at least his team has never beaten mine when facing me; based on that alone, I'm worthy of being called a "Hound Killer!
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