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

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Next, the team members took turns handing Meng Fan their ball. Meng Fan continued to switch positions and score. He shot about a dozen balls, including four 3 point shots. Aside from one that he missed on purpose and one that he really missed because his focus wavered for a moment, all the others went in, with half of them being clean shots.

“Get in there!”

When he confirmed that Meng Fan could completely carry his arcade shooting skills onto the court, the excited senior Ah Ning called for the other teammates to try and defend Meng Fan.

The first contender was the red-haired youth.

The red-haired youth got into position. Thinking for a moment, he spoke, “Iron buddy, let’s agree first. I’ll stay in place and block you, and you should probably just shoot in place too. Let’s not make contact with each other.”

Meng Fan helplessly nodded. The Iron this brother was referring to was the kind used for the Monkey King’s staff… You will die holding it, you will die if it hits you, if it touches your skin, then it will rip, and break your tendons if it rubs you.

The red-haired youth was 175 cm, so Meng Fan loomed over him when they stood face to face. He got into position, spread his arms, and jumped to block the ball as Meng Fan motioned to shoot.

Meng Fan didn’t have that much technique and made the shot purely due to his height advantage. Thump. The ball hit the basket before going in.

When Senior Ah Ning saw this, he turned to the red-haired youth. “What are you doing standing so far? Get in there!”

“I’m scared.”

The red-haired youth said meekly. He still pushed himself forward, maintaining about 12 cm of space between his feet and Meng Fan. He was still far from being in physical contact.

This time, Meng Fan felt a little pressure. He had never played basketball before, so he had no clue how people scored with someone defending them so closely.

Meng Fan was inexperienced in shooting from above his head, so his hand speed also slowed down dramatically.

No matter how you looked at it, the red-haired youth still has several years of basketball experience. His skills weren’t great, but he qualified as experienced. Locking on Meng Fan’s shooting action, he fiercely jumped over and hit the ball out of Meng Fan’s hand in another direction. This ‘cap’ was successful.

“Hehe. I’m not bad right?”

The red-haired youth immediately started to boast.

“You can do it Iron Senior!”

Just After Meng Fan had been blocked and retrieved his ball, a lifting scene appeared on the basketball courts. Four cute girls appeared, dressed in Japanese manga style cheerleader uniforms.

Meng Fan could tell at a glance that these costumes were directly from “Cardcaptor Sakura CLEAR-CARD”!

Did they just run off to change just now?

After changing into their costumes, the way they talked changed too. These girls had the details on point.

After Meng Fan was blocked, the words of encouragement began appearing. Meng Fan was indeed very motivated.

He took the ball but didn’t immediately shoot. He began to think about his next move.

His own shooting posture was not correct, and he didn’t have enough time to learn it to the point where he could comfortably cope with the defense.

Hence, he gave up all intentions of shooting properly.

Meng Fan turned to his side away from the red-headed youth and reached out his left hand to block him, blocking him from touching the ball in his right hand. Then, he pushed the ball into the air with his right hand, like throwing a shotput.

Whoosh.

It went in.

“That works too?”

The red-haired youth was stunned.

The four cheerleaders waved their hands as they began to cheer.

Six minutes later, senior Ah Ning suddenly cried out, “Stop shooting, stop shooting!”