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On the second morning, we boarded the bus to Kuda Square. "Team members, are you ready?" Jiang Lingfeng asked us on the bus. "Ready!" we four shouted in unison, drawing the attention of the uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters on the bus. I felt super embarrassed and lowered my head. Sigh! Captain, why do you have to shout slogans in such a public place? It's so humiliating.
After arriving at Kuda Square, we changed into our white uniforms. Jiang Lingfeng asked if my head injury was affecting me. I shook my head to indicate it was fine; I had removed the bandage last night. However, my hairstyle was missing a chunk, and it looked terrible. After a while, the P Team entered Kuda Square, and the audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers. This must be what they call home-court advantage.
The referee stepped onto the court to flip a coin to determine who would serve first; it was us. We moved to the top of the arc to serve. "Baldy!" The court echoed with deafening shouts; they were mocking my hairstyle. I turned around angrily and pointed at the audience, which only intensified their cheers. It seemed that even before the game started, there was already a tense atmosphere.
After security personnel mediated and calmed down the audience, we began to serve. Jiang Lingfeng received the ball and dashed toward the basket but was closely guarded by the opposing Point Guard. Taking advantage of a moment of distraction, Jiang Lingfeng passed the ball through the opposing Point Guard's legs to me on the right wing. I received the ball and took a mid-range shot that went in. Today, I wanted them to see the true strength of this "Baldy!"
After serving, the Point Guard made a long pass to their Center for an alley-oop attempt. A Fei jumped high to interfere with their Center's dunk, causing the ball to roll away. I seized this opportunity and quickly returned the pass to Jiang Lingfeng. However, before he could shoot, that guy defending me snatched it from my hands, prompting applause and cheers from the audience! It's just a stolen ball; what's so surprising about that?
After our serve, Jiang Lingfeng dribbled toward zero degrees while A Fei and I understood each other and moved to block their Point Guard. After reaching zero degrees, Jiang Lingfeng took a three-point shot but missed. The opposing Center grabbed the rebound and passed it out to their Point Guard, who received it at the arc and immediately took a three-pointer—scoring! It seemed P was also a tough opponent.
After our serve, Jiang Lingfeng passed me the ball again. Facing off against their forward's defense, I executed my killer move "Lingbo Microstep" to get past him. This move truly never fails; it seems no one else can crack it either. After getting past him, I went straight for a layup successfully. The score was now tied at 55.
After their serve, the Point Guard attempted a jump shot from the free-throw line but missed. Their Center grabbed the rebound over A Fei and passed it to their forward. I positioned myself in front of him as he made a behind-the-back pass to their Point Guard at zero degrees again for another three-pointer—another hit! "P!" The crowd erupted once more.
After our serve, Jiang Lingfeng suddenly launched a fast break and scored with a layup in just four seconds—this was truly his "Wind God" style! The opposing team's faces turned pale as I saw their Point Guard whispering some secret tips to his teammates as they walked back.
After our serve again, their forward received the ball and dunked over me. I felt his knee's impact hit me hard as they seemed determined to challenge us! We quickly served again; Jiang Lingfeng found an opportunity for a direct pass under the basket to A Fei. A Fei caught it and scored easily.
We continued trading blows back and forth; both teams were giving it their all in this fierce competition. With less than five minutes left in the game and half-time already passed, we were trailing by one point with a score of 14-15.
After our serve again, Jiang Lingfeng passed me the ball once more. After receiving it, I drove toward the basket; as I jumped for a layup underneath, I felt something hard hit my head wound—it hurt intensely! Ignoring the pain, I threw up the ball while covering my head with one hand as I sat down on the floor. The ball spun around twice on the rim before finally going in—"Yes!" A Fei and Jiang Lingfeng rushed over to celebrate with me.
I looked up to see their Center rubbing his elbow; it seemed I had bumped into him earlier. Gritting my teeth, I signaled A Fei and Jiang Lingfeng not to worry about me before taking a deep breath and standing up. The referee asked if I could continue playing; I indicated that I was fine.
I glanced down at Song Huajing and Lu Lei who had arrived at some point without me noticing—they were discussing our situation with Shuai Dong and Pang Hao. We absolutely couldn't let Thunderbolt see us lose face!
After our serve again, their Point Guard passed directly to their Center who faked out A Fei with a shooting motion. As he did this, I quietly drifted beside him looking for an opportunity; then quickly snatched away his ball before running towards zero degrees where I bounced it back to Jiang Lingfeng who hit another three-pointer from beyond the arc! Jiang Lingfeng had made three out of four three-point attempts! "Wind God" captain is really impressive!
"Go Dream Chasers!" our four cheerleaders shouted enthusiastically but were immediately drowned out by wild cheers from all around—the home fans in Beijing were truly insane.
After their serve again, their Point Guard passed to their Center who turned around for another explosive dunk over us. Before they could celebrate their score, we quickly served for a fast break; A Fei charged toward the basket for another dunk but got blocked by their Center.
I caught the ball mid-air after A Fei's shot was blocked and dashed toward the basket again while A Fei transitioned from offense back into defense tightly guarding their Center as I sprinted into the paint before jumping up with all my might for an axe-handle dunk—the ball slammed into the net! "Good shot!" Shuai Dong and others raised their hands enthusiastically clapping.
This time for some reason even the audience fell silent as I ran back onto the court where Jiang Lingfeng patted my shoulder from behind with a smile: "Not bad there, Slam Dunk."
I joked back: "I'm shorter than Sakuragi Hanamichi—no wait! I'm much shorter!" Glancing casually at Song Huajing revealed his eyes filled with respect for us; it seemed no matter whether we won or lost this match we had already earned Thunderbolt's respect.
With four minutes left in this game, we led them by two points with a score of 11-9—the momentum seemed to be shifting in our favor...
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