Wang Hao, who had just entered the court, had watched the whole scene.
He was a PE student with an economic management specialty. He was 196 centimeters tall, and he played basketball. His favorite hobby was chasing girls by showing off his sports skill.
Therefore, he couldn’t stand that there was someone in the court wearing more fashionable clothes than him.
Although Liu was younger, shorter and uglier than him, he couldn't look down on him when it came to luxurious equipment.
I have to teach him a lesson! I’ll beat him to the ground!
Wang Hao was surrounded by sport-loving girls. Actually, football and basketball female fans were quite different.
Girls stood by the basketball court shouting "You’re so handsome!", but football players were welcomed by disdainful eye expressions and their girlfriends yelling "Your feet are stinky! Take a bath or you’re not coming home!" (How could they take a bath without going home though? It was unfair treatment.)
With the ball under his arms and his hands in his pockets, Wang Hao walked up to Liu Xiaoyang, swaying from side to side. "Child, basketball shouldn’t be played like that," he told Liu in a friendly tone. His voice had barely faded away when his fans started laughing softly.
Wang Hao took two steps back and began to imitate Liu's actions. He even stuck his tongue out like the famous Michael Jordan.
His act produced noise and excitement from the onlookers.
With a jerk, Wang Hao leaped high and made a nice shot towards the basket. The ball touched the edge of the basket gently before falling through the net.
Qin Guan was watching his movements keenly, the muscles of his body adjusting slightly. He was taking advantage of this chance to learn.
After the shot, Wang Hao showed off with a series of running, jumping and shooting moves, which were natural and smooth from beginning to end.
Even the boys off-site applauded unconsciously. The onlookers had gathered around. Wang Hao made an energetic slam dunk proudly, attracting applause again.
Then he rolled the ball on his finger tip, suddenly throwing it back to Liu Xiaoyang.
At the time, Liu was lost in thought. The ball was about to hit his forehead, when a hand stretched out from the left and caught it.
Liu came to his senses. As cold sweat ran all over his body, he looked at Qin Guan gratefully and thanked him in a low voice.
Qin Guan pulled Liu outside the court and whispered to him, "Change pants. I believe in you! You’re the best player of the Accounting Department! Cheers!"
Moved by his words, Liu nodded and ran quickly back to their dormitory to change his shorts.
The members of the Student Union hung up a banner across the court in memory of Chamberlain and the competition began. Students jammed around the court, encouraging their own players and watching the commotion.
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