Chapter 1666 - 1679: Lin Mu Makes His Move

Chapter 1666: Chapter 1679: Lin Mu Makes His Move

Now inside the gymnasium, there were more people cheering than booing. Changlin had seen many big scenes, but even he was baffled by this mixed treatment, losing focus as he dribbled and consequently falling down, spraining his ankle.

"Damn, where did this freak come from?"

Liu A Zhen couldn’t help but swear. After Changlin was taken off, the situation for the Wancheng Team grew even worse. The substitute who was sent on the court got injured too after playing for barely two minutes, making it four against five. By the time the third quarter ended, the Shencheng Team was ahead by fifteen points.

"Sister A Zhen, what should we do? We don’t have any substitutes left. If we keep playing, aren’t we going to be crushed into pieces?"

The other girls from the cheerleading team were worried too. Students are quite simple-minded; they have a sense of belonging and pride. They hope for their team to achieve victory. However, right now it’s clear that things are not looking good for Wancheng.

"What to do? How on earth am I supposed to know what to do!"

Liu A Zhen stomped her feet in frustration, scratching her ears and cheeks.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she spotted Lin Mu, "Uncle, why don’t you go up and help out?"

"What?" Lin Mu gaped and said, "But I don’t know how to play!"

"Ah Zhen, let’s not do this. Maybe the school leaders will find a substitute." A girl said worriedly, "This uncle looks like he’s over thirty, right? With those old arms and legs, if something happens to him on the court, what are we going to do?"

Lin Mu: "..."

Over thirty? Girl, do you have your eyes on your toes?

Your brother here is only in his twenties, at the prime of life, got it?

Lin Mu was so furious that he almost lost his composure, wanting to rush over and lift up the sailor skirt of that girl, smacking her well-developed derrière a couple of times. Damn, lying at such a young age, what will become of her when she grows up?

"Uncle, have some dignity, will you? That guy’s openly disrespecting you, practically trampling you. Can’t you man up a bit and go teach him a lesson?" Liu A Zhen urged, seeing Lin Mu unresponsive.

"A Zhen, basketball isn’t about boxing; someone like him can’t be a match for Zhao Tianhao. Going up will only make a fool of himself; better not force him," Lei Xiaojiao’s voice also chimed in full of disdain.

Lin Mu, who had been pretending to be unruffled, felt his dignity and personality being trampled and humiliated instantly.

"Are you challenging me?" Lin Mu’s face darkened as he rose. Lei Xiaojiao was about to speak when Lin Mu grabbed Liu A Zhen and headed towards the stands, "Alright, I’ll accept your challenge. Lei Xiaojiao, watch closely because your man... is destined to be peerless in the world!"

"Oh my god!" Zhu Xiaoli covered her small mouth and exclaimed, "Brother Lin is so imposing today."

"Imposing my ass, dirty rascal!"

Lei Xiaojiao spat lightly and felt her face heat up as she was stared at by various eyes around her.

Over on Lin Mu’s side, although he felt like a fierce tiger at heart, he acted like a poser delicately smelling roses just to cater to the emotions of these ordinary folks. He marched boldly into the rest area. As the daughter of the department head, she had quite a lot of influence in the school. Anyway, it wasn’t any formal match, so with a little manipulation, Lin Mu became Zhao somebody’s cousin, donning a blue jersey.

"Liu A Zhen, do you think if I wore a headband or something, I’d look cooler?"

"Uh, Uncle, honestly speaking, if your goal is to beat that pretty boy in style, that may never be possible in this lifetime." Liu A Zhen hugged the clothes, glancing at Lin Mu, then at Zhao Tianhao in the distance, speaking reluctantly, "Let’s go technical style, use strength to speak for you, so that others have nothing to say."

"..."

Lin Mu’s head drooped, and the momentum he’d just built perfectly aligned with the somber mood of his teammates.

Beep! Just then, the whistle blew, and the fourth quarter commenced.

Seeing Lin Mu step onto the court, Zhao Tianhao raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Ha, just another pesky fly, you seem to turn up everywhere."

"Who’s carrying the stink of dung, Brother Zhao? That’s what fate is!"

"Hmph, sharp-tongued, I advise you to stay away from Xiao Jiao, or else..."

"Or else your sister!" Lin Mu rolled his eyes and said, "I’m here to play ball, no time to babble with you. Mu Bai face, are you ready? I’m gonna thrash you... Crap?"

Before he finished speaking, a cheer erupted. Lin Mu turned to see the Shencheng forward already breaking through his pathetic teammates’ defense, executing a beautiful layup and expanding the lead again.

"...Come on, three people couldn’t defend against one? Can you please get your act together!" Lin Mu’s eye twitched.

"It’s hopeless, buddy, the score gap is too big. We’re bound to lose."

"Exactly, let’s just muddle through and call it a day. The opponents are too strong. Even Changlin got crushed; we surely have no hope."

Lin Mu was rendered speechless. Damn it, indeed it’s not fear of godlike opponents but pig-like teammates. This bunch, each like withered eggplants, speaks feebly. What kind of lousy match are they going to play!

Talking, Wancheng Team passed the ball out, not expecting it to be intercepted mid-air by a swift white figure. Who else would it be if not Zhao Tianhao? As his agile figure ran forward, the basketball in his hand seemed alive, whirling around him like a dancing butterfly. Amid the intense dribbling sounds, Zhao Tianhao used dazzling moves resembling street basketball, shaking off two defenders and charging under Wancheng Team’s basket.

In white clothes whiter than snow, black belt flying, Zhao Tianhao leaped high, truly impressively handsome.

"Brother Bai Ma, I love you!"

At this moment, whether it was the cheerleaders on the sidelines or the hot girls and seductive women in the stands, they all had hearts in their eyes and flushed cheeks, holding their breaths. They were just waiting for that slam dunk to end so that they could scream explosively to express their adoration. Yet, right then, a blue figure suddenly leapt up, surpassing Zhao Tianhao, harshly slapping the basketball out of his hands...

Bang!

An extremely loud sound!

The girls, beauties, seductive women all widened their eyes, forcibly swallowing back their cheers that had been on the verge of eruption.

Damn, what’s happening? Brother Bai Ma got blocked? Oh my god, is this a hallucination?

Even someone like Changlin, a celebrity-level player, couldn’t be his match. How could a plain-looking guy possibly block his shot?

The court fell silent; Zhao Tianhao’s soaring popularity clearly left many people struggling to believe what just happened before their eyes. Of course, there were exceptions like Liu A Zhen, who jumped up with a whooshing motion, laughing boldly like a rambunctious female demon, shouting, "See, my judgment was right, wasn’t it? I knew Uncle could do it. Wahaha, that old pretty boy is definitely a silver spearhead! Uncle, bravely advance, for the sake of Sister Xiao Jiao, for love, smash all enemies into dust..."