Chapter 108 - Completing the Pitcher Task (1/2)

“His f*cking hand speed has no shadows!”

Pao bro was shocked, staring at Meng Fan, who had been shooting. He turned to the pink hat guy. “Mr. An, where did this guy come from? His hand speed is faster than Da Fei’s!”

Da Fei was the friend of the pink hat guy who had entered the CGL that one year. He already obtained admission to the city qualifiers. After his haunting experiences from last year, he had practiced furiously, becoming a god who could easily score over 700 points in one round.

Pao Ge was a brother that often played with Da Fei, occasionally playing the shooting machine as well. His skill was much different though, barely scoring over 500 points in one round.

As for the sour pink hat, his name was Ye Xiao An. He didn’t play arcade basketball at all but played E dance’s famous dance machine.

This ‘E Dance fame’ was also one of the projects under GCL. Ye Xiao An was a real prodigy, having entered the national finals before he stopped playing. The reason had been simple as well. CGL’s dance fame was based on partner teams, and his team was a romance based one. After the finals, his girlfriend left him for another contestant, but this contestant was way uglier, way worse at the game and way poorer than him!

From that day on, Ye Xiao An never played partner rounds again, nor did he enter any more competitions of the type hosted by CGL.

“I just met him yesterday, too. I don’t know where he’s from.” Ye Xiao An shrugged his shoulders. “His hand speed is scarily fast, but it seems his hit rate is not that good.”

“You just met yesterday?” Pao bro was a little curious. It was rare for Ye Xiao An to call people he just met his brother, but he didn’t pursue it, shifting his gaze back to Ye Xiao An. “He really is lacking in hit rate. But that’s easy to practice. Hand speed really can’t be practiced; he could count as a talented player!”

All the gods who played basketball shooting games were terrifying. Anyone who could make the provincial finals were already better than 99% of the population, nonetheless national finals. They basically had a hit rate of 100%, very rarely missing the basket.

With the same hit rate, the frequency of shots made naturally became the key to the winning outcome.

In fact, Pao bro wasn’t completely right. Strictly speaking, he had to improve his hand speed while ensuring the score, or speed up his number of shots to guarantee a higher hit rate.

Of course, the reason why Pao bro felt that Meng Fan was a gifted type player was mainly because even if he had given up precision and threw balls randomly, he would still be slower than Meng fan.

That was hurtful!

428 points!

This was the score this round, out of two rounds total today.

He had scored 413 in the first round, so he was in good condition.

Meng Fan saw the pink hat guy approach him with his friend and did not recharge his card. He faced Pao bro. “You play.”

Pao bro paused for a moment, veins immediately popped from his neck. Glaring, he sneered at Meng Fan. “Are you f*cking talking sh*t!”*

*In Chinese, the characters ‘ you play’ (Ni wan Ba) could be interpreted as (Ni wangba) if not properly articulated. Wenzhou accents tend to drag the end tone, which could make it seem like an offensive statement.

Meng Fan also froze. After snapping back into reality, he realized Wenzhou people did not articulate some words. He thought his mandarin was okay and smiled bitterly. “Is my mandarin that bad?”

The pink hat guy bellowed with laughter and kicked Pao Bro. “We play with a guy from Wenzhou who also couldn’t pronounce his words. He would take his mispronounced nasal tones to swear at people, so that’s what we are used to now. Pao bro has a shadow in his heart, so it was just an instinctive response…”

Meng Fan was a bit embarrassed. “I’m also from Wenzhou, and I do that too, Hahaha.”

The pink hat guy lost it. He promised to introduce Meng Fan to his Wenzhou friend or Da Fei. His favorite pastime in life was to listen to Wenzhou people chat in their eastern dialect. He didn’t understand it at all, but he was happy living in it!

“Waiter, can I get a cup?” If one said this sentence in any restaurant, it would sound normal. But for a Wenzhou person to say it to spite a person, could one even imagine? Anyway, the guy with the pink hat almost got hit when he spoke those words, visiting Wenzhou!

“I don’t fear heaven or earth. I only fear Wenzhou people speaking mandarin!”

Pao bro’s vein disappeared, but his eyes were still glaring. “I’m not playing anymore, you play!”

The pink hat guy was still cackling. Meng Fan turned and swiped his card with an innocent expression on his face.

Pao bro came back after leaving for a while. He had bought three bottles of iced cola. He handed one to Ye Xiao An, one to Meng Fan, and spoke once in a while watching Meng Fan from the side.

Today, there were several people at the machines, and Meng Fan’s presence was heavy. In addition to his terrifying hand speed, his final score was rather high, there was a crowd of people surrounding him after a short time.

More than half of those who had been playing had crowded over as if they had caught a god in its natural habitat.

His highest score was only 425, but his momentum was too full. The frequency of his shots made the surrounding spectators suspect Meng Fan was playing casually, not bringing out his final form.

He played ten rounds before stopping to rest.

His shot percentage had increased slightly, but his hit rate on his set target improved greatly. He had increased the experience needed for [God Tier Pitcher] from 5700/10,000 to 8200/10,000. In one round, he could hit his desired target about 300 times. In six more rounds, he could finish the task.

He rested for about ten minutes before continuing.

420分,431分,439分,412分…

420 points, 431 points, 439 points, 412 points…

Each round, his scores did not add up, and turbulence was inevitable.

419.