Chapter 132 - I Really Can’t Play Real Basketball (1/2)

A team member with red hair who was of average height but looked seemingly strong picked up the ball intending to pass it to Meng Fan. Thinking about it, he decided it was better to walk over and hand the ball to him instead, taking special care of it like handing off a treasure in case this Iron hero couldn’t hold onto it.

After handing it over, the red-headed youth felt the despair once again. The animation department was too weak!

It wasn’t that Meng Fan was weak, or that Ah Ning was basically a dead horse acting as a live one. It was mostly because there were very few ‘good horses’ on the entire team.

Like him, they all loved basketball, but they were very aware of their own abilities. Regularly, on campus, they would only include him if they were missing one person, let alone outdoors. Outside of school, he wouldn’t even be recruited as a passerby.

Originally he was ecstatic to be pulled into the team by Senior Ah Ning and even dyed his hair red specifically like Sakuragi. Excited, he came along, but immediately collapsed after seeing the skill level of the other team members.

No wonder Senior Ah Ning said he could be on main defense… No wonder, the entire team didn’t combine even if they had extra members for a substitute!

Finally someone new was joining them, and the school’s famous Iron hero at that. Based on the figure alone, he would be a valuable hardware within the school. And he was incredible at shooting baskets too. Another hardware!

But seeing him now… Heh. he should be hard enough still, but a bit short.

His circuit was too short, he couldn’t even receive the ball!

Hopefully, his shooting accuracy was good.

“Thanks.”

Meng Fan received the basketball and bounced it in his hand, weighing it, squeezing it. He could confirm this basketball was different from the ones provided by the arcade machines. Primarily, it was lighter, with more air…

Familiarize with the ball… Meng Fan thought of the small shots from the other day. Hurriedly, he stopped his action of ‘feeling up’ the ball, scared that someone would appear with another heart-wrenching proverb.

Thump.

Meng Fan bounced the ball on the ground and caught it this time when it bounced. He smacked it again, and quickly caught it when he realized the ball was being slightly disobedient. He then shot the ball completely using the technique for basketball machine scoring.

Everyone who played at these machines knew to toss from the chest right away once they picked up the ball to ensure the highest speed. However, for regular shooting, there was no rush. And to prevent being blocked, most players would shoot from above their heads.

Standing at the foul line, Meng Fan habitually threw the ball from his chest. Evidently, his movements were not standard, even seeming a little cringe at that.

Thump.

The basketball hit the inside of the hoop before bouncing back out.

Although it didn’t go in, the surrounding team members didn’t seem too disappointed. At least it was within the range of the basket. The accuracy was there.

The redhead youth jogged over to pick up the ball and handed it to Meng Fan. “You probably didn’t find the feeling yet. Try again.”

“Yes, okay.”

Meng Fan did not intentionally miss his first shot. He was really unfamiliar with this basketball and the basket.

He tried again. This time, it still hit the inside of the basket, but instead of bouncing out, it actually went in.

This ball had more air than the arcade ones, and it felt strange, but now he had gotten the hang of it.

“YEES!”

The red-haired youth pumped his fist in the air excitedly.

All the spectators cheered. Their warmth made Meng Fan slightly embarrassed.

The redhead youth once again jogged over to pick up the ball while another team member handed his own ball to Meng Fan.

Meng Fan switched to a different location and scored again.

Whoosh.

This time, the ball did not touch anything except for the net.

What’s called a ‘clean-shot’ in English, it meant essentially a hollow basket.