Chapter 137 - Rebound! (2/2)

The web dev coach was deep in thought for a long time. “Be honest, did he drink Balangen cough medicine before playing? Otherwise, how can the backboard follow him around like that?” *

*In Chinese, Lan Ban is the word for the backboard, hence the pun refers to Meng Fan drinking Ban Lan Gen, a type of cough medicine to get the backboard to follow him.*

Senior Ah Ning howled with laughter. “Your analysis is very refreshing!”

Meng Fan felt very helpless towards these rebound balls as well. The offensive rebounds were good because he could take the ball outside the 3 point line and pass it if he couldn’t score without entering the region. However, they still had to defend when the ball was on their own side. As long as he stepped inside the three-point line, the basketball that did not score would bounce to him. About seven out of ten rebounds would do this.

So if the photography department missed their shot, then they would have no hope at an offensive rebound.

If they can’t receive the offensive rebounds, then it would be very difficult to win the match.

Why was this?

Meng Fan knew it was definitely not his luck attribute. He was about 80-90% sure it had something to do with his sense of validation.

+11 validation was not a joke. Strictly based on the metaphysics, Meng Fan was genuinely worried this attribute could change the normal trajectory of someone else’s throw.

Estimated, if his validation was increased to 100 points, the sky and earth might just sandwich him. If it was even higher, maybe a comet would fly at him!

It was terrifying just thinking about. Thankfully, he had a hat.

The match progressed. When there were less than 5 minutes left, the animation department had accumulated a large advantage, overtaking the opposition by a dozen or so points.

Meng Fan did not score much, but he was the one responsible for 100% of the photography department’s headaches. It was useless to defend him and futile if they didn’t. And if they weren’t aware of him, he’d steal your rebounds. There really was nothing you could do! After all, he already had the physique of a god. He could catch the ball without jumping, and nobody could move him by pushing or shoving.

The most terrifying thing was that this fatty could run too!

Beep!

The whistle sounded, signaling the end of the game. The five hefty but sullen members of the losing team did not feel angry or disappointed. Instead, they were actually relieved, as if a weight had been lifted off their chests.

The animation department’s team after Meng Fan’s addition was a team that made your balls hurt!

Originally, they had prepared for the arcade basketball god score a frenzy of points, but that did not happen. Meng Fan did not score that many points throughout the entire game, but they continued to inexplicably lose possession of the ball amidst the confusion. They could accept losing by a long shot, but to lose without knowing how it was, was really a miserable feeling!

When the teams shook hands at the end, they all couldn’t help but gaze at Meng Fan. No matter how they looked at him, there was a sinister evil present!

“Ding!”

When the referee committee announced that the animation department had won the internal finals and would be moving on in the competition, an alert sounded off in Meng fan’s head.

“Ding! Decision making unsuccessful. You’ve failed to retain the championship honor point.”

Despite the failure, he accumulated another 10% towards the success rate judgment. This was unexpected for Meng Fan. Even this level two faculty-wide tournament championship counted as a championship; only it was nowhere close to a provincial level competition, but that was alright.

In other words, Meng Fan could now confirm that any championship below a provincial level could receive the system’s judgment as long as he won.

A championship from a village competition would count as a win, and even a championship from a classroom competition counted as well. As long as it has a competition procedure, it counted.

The next match was to be held on the next day. They did not know who the animation department would be facing, as they had to wait until the other level two faculty matches were finished.

“Everyone played very well today, let’s go eat, my treat. After dinner, we’re washing our feet!” senior Ah Ning suddenly realized something was missing. Looking around in a circle, he said, “Where’s Iron bud?”

“He slipped away as soon as the tournament ended.”

“Is he really trying this hard to hide his talents?”

“He’s so low key!”

“Low key my a*s, he went to stream his new manga! I heard he’s adapting a famous spiritual genre novel!”

“They’re serializing “There’s a Spirit Underground”? Finally!”