Chapter 1665 - 1678: Zhao Tianhao Takes the Field

Chapter 1665: Chapter 1678: Zhao Tianhao Takes the Field

"Damn, don’t embarrass our foreign friends, can that pig kidney face really be considered handsome?"

Lin Mu pursed his lips, unable to hold back.

Lei Xiaojiao raised an eyebrow and snapped, "He’s much better than you, you stinky hooligan! No insulting my idol!"

"I’m not insulting; I’m offering an objective truth-based commentary."

"Go away."

"Uh!"

Just as Lin Mu was about to speak again, Changlin, wearing the blue jersey and over two meters tall, suddenly accelerated and broke through two Shencheng Team players’ defense, followed by a flying slam dunk, scoring.

Wow! The scene erupted, screams and shouts echoed without end. Clearly, Changlin’s popularity in Wancheng was quite high. Just two minutes into the game, it completely became his solo performance — dribbles, three-pointers, fast breaks, double-handed dunks! All kinds of scoring methods, making a bunch of fans’ blood boil, almost shouting themselves hoarse.

This was tough on the Shencheng Team; they were all amateurs. They were fine playing with colleagues and friends, but facing a real professional, they were instantly ********. By about seven minutes into the third quarter, the previously close score was widened to double digits by Changlin’s exceptional performance.

"Lame, it’s completely one-sided slaughter. This Changlin is funny, it’s just a friendly match, does he have to be so serious?"

Seeing the tall Changlin, with one leap, block the Shencheng center onto the ground, Lin Mu pursed his lips again. Unexpectedly, his comment stirred a hornet’s nest, leading to a storm of criticism.

"Uncle, what’s wrong with you? In a game, of course, you have to give it your all. If you’re just going to take it easy, might as well go play house instead."

"Da Lin is shining for us at Wancheng Middle School. Uncle, you’re here saying such discouraging stuff, that’s crossing the line!"

"Hmph, don’t have the talent but jealous of others, the eccentric uncles nowadays really have no integrity at all..."

Somehow, the Wancheng Middle School cheerleaders had returned to the stands. Seeing more than a dozen sailor-uniformed girls madly hurling verbal spit at him, Lin Mu’s fragile heart shattered into pieces on the ground.

Damn, I just spoke the truth, is it necessary to bully people like this?

Just then, the whistle blew, and the Shencheng Team switched players...

Amazingly, it was Zhao Tianhao who stepped in, replacing the exhausted center who had been blocked.

"Look, it’s Zhao Tianhao, he’s so handsome, didn’t expect him to join the game too."

Zhu Xiaoli grabbed Lei Xiaojiao’s arm, shaking it twice in excitement until Lin Mu and Lei Xiaojiao gave her an odd look. Realizing her blunder, her face turned red suddenly. She coughed lightly twice and said, "I just saw an acquaintance, got a bit excited. Really, don’t worry Brother Lin, I’ll always support your pursuit of our Xiao Jiao!"

Lei Xiaojiao, Lin Mu: "..."

Not to mention, having a good appearance does have its perks. As Zhao Tianhao stepped onto the court in his snow-white outfit, with a black headband tied on his forehead, he drew quite a few cheers. Naturally, most of these voices came from the Shencheng cheerleaders and some lovestruck women. Wancheng’s supporters were much calmer, like Liu A Zhen, who somehow sneaked up next to Lin Mu and started to comment coldly.

"Shencheng really must have nobody now, replacing a 1.9-meter center with such a pretty boy uncle. Damn, playing basketball isn’t about looks, what’s the point in looking good. I think they’re looking to surrender... Oh, Sister Xiao Jiao, isn’t this guy trying to steal my uncle’s girl?"

Lei Xiaojiao twitched at the corner of her mouth, her face slightly red, gently patting Liu A Zhen, saying: "What do you mean stealing, you’re just a kid, don’t talk nonsense."

"Kids speak free from guilt, besides the kid isn’t wrong." Lin Mu chimed in, smilingly looking at Liu A Zhen: "That’s right, it’s that punk, knowing your Sister Xiao Jiao is taken, still trying to ruin others’ relationships, that’s just low."

"Ah, the third wheel is indeed the most hateful. Don’t worry, uncle, I’ll text Chen Feng right now, ask his brother to deal with that guy. How dare he play..."

Liu A Zhen angrily pulled out her phone but had just turned on the screen when an exclamation echoed around.

On the court, Zhao Tianhao suddenly accelerated and stole the ball from the dribbling Changlin. Quickly, his toes lifted off the ground, a graceful jump shot, a three-pointer in the net! Elegantly performed, like playing social golf rather than highly competitive basketball.

"Wow! It’s a coincidence, definitely a coincidence."

Liu A Zhen rubbed her eyes, muttering to herself.

In fact, there were plenty who thought the same. Changlin, after all, was a star on the CBA reserve team, his skills way beyond amateur level. To be stolen in a game—it had to be a fluke.

However, what happened next exceeded the audience’s expectations. As the game resumed, after a few passes, as usual, the ball reached Wancheng Team’s core figure, Changlin. Taking the ball, he accelerated, spun, bypassed two defenders, and with a powerful thrust of his left leg, he leaped. Just then, a white shadow darted like lightning alongside him. The ball he held up hadn’t been released yet when a crisp slap rang through the gym.

Blocked!

The over two-meter tall Changlin was blocked while preparing a jump shot.

And the blocker was none other than Zhao Tianhao, who had stolen beautifully before!

Thump! The basketball hit the ground, bouncing out of the sidelines, and only when the whistle blew did the quiet gym stir with astonishment, "Didn’t I see wrong, who was that, actually blocked Changlin."

"Such astounding jumping ability, such speed! Quick, call the reporters, this is huge news!"

Using a phrase, the reversal came too suddenly, catching everyone off guard. After Zhao Tianhao took the court, in just a few minutes, he reversed the scores and thoroughly overshadowed the recently showing-off Changlin, making Zhao Tianhao, the white Prince, shine brightly.

Admittedly, there are quite a few with a dark side, seeing Changlin on the pedestal getting ********, the one-sided support suddenly shifted. Besides the die-hard fans, many switched their cheers to Zhao Tianhao, while booing Changlin, even the Wancheng supporters were no exception.

A friendly match, already somewhat spoiled. The other Wancheng Team members were humiliated, and Changlin felt depressed to the point of fainting.

Speaking of it, why could the Korean soccer team make the World Cup semifinals back then? The frenzied ’Red Shirt Army’ was a significant factor. Once the home team got the ball, the fan support almost broke through the clouds, instantly doubling one’s fighting spirit.