Chapter 109 - Artistic Shooting (1/2)

He was indeed a master to score 600 points on the basketball machine. Usually, the arcade or even an amusement park rarely saw such incredible achievements. Most of the high scores in arcades hovered at around four hundred or so, for example, this arcade. Out of the entire row of machines, their high scores did not exceed 500.

What was the concept of 600 points? Even if the 2 point shots and 3 point shots were cut in half, he still scored 250 points. To shoot out 250 balls in three minutes, or 180 seconds wasn’t something a regular person could accomplish, regardless if they go in or not.

From Da Fei’s boasting attitude and the absence of a warmup, he definitely could count as a top tier player who could shoot 100 times in one minute.

Da Fei was used to the discussions of the crowds, turning out arrogantly and smiled, signaling to Meng Fan it was his turn.

Da Fei wasn’t trying to flex in front of Meng Fan but rather trying to flex in front of everyone.

Actually, the reason he suggested for them to compete or ‘babe – ey’ was because he had seen Meng Fan’s score from the previous round. He had also heard Ye Xiao An say he wanted to attend the CGL arcade basketball championship and had wholeheartedly been interested in coaching Meng Fan and give him some life experience.

Meng Fan walked over. He had already swiped his card; all he had to do was hit start.

Meng Fan was not surprised by the seven balls. He had practiced like so during his last few rounds yesterday, grabbing two balls from the machine next to him. Otherwise, five balls could not satisfy Meng Fan’s hand speed; seven might not even be enough.

He originally planned to do this today as well, but the entire row had been full previously, when would he have the chance to borrow from others? But now, everyone was spectating. He could have as many balls as he wanted.

But he didn’t add more.

He knew that the CGL basketball championship’s competition format used seven balls. He had seen a world record set with nine balls though, at 1000 points, so he assumed the competition’s regulations used 9 balls.

Once the gates opened, the countdown began.

Whoosh.

Meng Fan grabbed a ball and sunk a basket with a flick of his wrist. The ball bounced slightly before rolling back down.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

One by one, the sunk balls formed into a line.

Meng Fan had pondered and studied this before. What kind of method could he use to prevent the ball from bouncing in the machine? Or what kind of method would interfere with his shots? After pondering it over and over again, the answer was just to improve his hit rate.

The ball that scored would travel through the net, decelerating the momentum by a lot. Reducing the bounce, it would automatically roll to the bottom of the machine without any disturbance.

It turned out reality proved him right. The line they rolled into was a beautiful sight to see.

After mastering the rhythm, there was constantly a ball in Meng Fan’s hand. A ball that had just passed the net; four balls lined up and one more ball reached the bottom sitting next to Meng Fan’s hands. He didn’t even have to look when reaching for it, like an assembly line!

When he had scored before, his hand speed had been incredible as well. His entire body was full of momentum, but the actual scene was still a mess.

But it was different now. His hand speed was still incredible, and his momentum had slowed down, but it was much more comfortable to look at.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

He only heard the sound of the ball passing through the net, nothing else.

Meng Fan was steady and still as only his hands moved. When the basket ball flew in the trajectory of a line and landed in a line, it was as if the trajectory of the balls formed into a circular pattern, leaving and returning to Meng Fan’s hands in one swift motion.

An artistic sense!

This shocked the spectators. They were all filming him now.

After the first level’s 60 seconds, Meng Fan’s frequency was still not high. It was as if he was testing the feeling of +11 accuracy before increasing his speed.

Although he was slowly accelerating, his score was not that great. 181 points.

On the second level’s 50 seconds, he increased his hand speed and compensated for the 10 seconds with a score of 355.

On the third level, his hand speed shot up. 512 points!

By the 30 seconds of the fourth level, the score from the last 30 seconds all counted for three points instead of two.

…574分,577分,580分…592分,595分,598分,601分!

… 574 points, 577 points, 580 points … 592 points, 595 points, 598 points, 601 points!

At 601 points, he stopped. There was still 6 seconds left.

He didn’t need to win by a lot; one point was enough.