Chapter 50. What The F*ck, Dude?

“F*ck, dude!”

  

Lin Feng pounded his fist on his arm and laughed hard, “Can you not make this serious face? I can’t help but believe it when it’s as if it’s real.”

  

Chen Du’s head was as empty as seat number 15, and his heart was unruffled as he walked towards the court.

  

What could he expect Chen Jiashu to promise him or to commit to him?

  

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He really wasn’t in a position to ask Chen Jiashu for anything. It was hard enough that she was willing to accept what he gave her.

  

The players heard the instruction to enter. Xue Yaoqi tapped Chen Du on the shoulder as he passed by, his lips moving slightly as he looked ahead, “Two o’clock, that slab in the number 11 uniform has been staring at you for half a while.”

  

On the opposite side of the basket stood a slender man. He looked like a big man. He could be called thin without looking at his round face, and he could just barely be considered handsome if they ignored all the pimples on his face.  

It was the same guy. Chen Du couldn’t even remember his name, but he clearly remembered the way he was lying down when he was beaten by their team last time. He couldn’t get up. He was lying down reluctantly, and it looked like he was kneeling. Lin Feng took several pictures of him and posted them on the forum. The post “Kneeling Boy” was still on the front page of Bibi S. 

  

He was furious. He thought that Chen Du was responsible for this. The reason for his judgment was because he liked Chen Jiashu, and Chen Du was a sister-controller who was jealous and deliberately tripped him up.

  

This logic was so powerful that it was impossible to refute it, and one just wanted to beat this fool to death. If the toad failed to eat the swan, not only should the swan be blamed, but also the swan’s brother [1]. That was probably what it meant.

  

Anyway, the feud was one-sided and Fang Zheng was staring intently at this side, tapping the basketball as if it was someone’s head in his hands.

  

In case the world was too peaceful, the competition planning team had arranged for a pre-game rant, which was, frankly speaking, a mutual cursing session. It was absurd to draw lots to decide who would cuss first. Wouldn’t the first one who got it be passive?

  

If you don’t play well in a fight, it can be a very serious matter.

  

Year One was unlucky enough to be drawn to curse first.

  

A few of the team members looked at Chen Du worriedly, thinking that the captain had never quarrelled with anyone before. He was like a sheep that hadn’t experienced the world with that group of year three lunatics. This scene was a bit vicious.

  

Chen Du, with his long, cool face, stood out in the middle of the row of blue uniforms. He took a step forward and was about to speak when a microphone suddenly came to him. He paused, took it and held it, and was about to speak again when the referee’s hand came over and flicked the microphone switch upwards. A red light came on in the middle.

  

Chen Du: “……” Brother can you get it all at once?

  

“Yes it’s okay, you say you say.” The referee smiled and retracted his hand along with the man.

  

Chen Du lightly coughed twice and tried his voice. His low and clear teenage voice was amplified through the microphone and transmitted to the sound equipment in the arena, reaching the ears of every audience. Almost the moment his voice sounded, the crowd around the venue was full of people screaming. The screams of fans and sisters burst out  such as “the prodigy is so handsome” and “brother i love you” one after the other. The arena iwa a rare place for young boys and girls to let their feelings out in their restless and forbidden adolescence.

  

“Get a grip, the entrance exam is less than eight months away.” Chen Du finished and returned the microphone to the referee.

  

The referee’s hand was shaking as he took the microphone.

  

Some of the year three students in the audience were also shivering.

  

The team on the other side had green faces.

  

“F*ck, bastard.” Lin Feng marvelled behind him, sighing and then froze. How many times had he said bastard today?

  

Chen Du wasn’t cursing them; he really meant it. Chen Jiashu wasn’t coming anyway. He was in a bad mood and just wanted to end this match which had little suspense and no meaning.

  

It didn’t matter what the third years scolded anymore, nor did it matter much to anyone. Before the entrance exam curse that stormed in, saying anything harsher was like cursing himself. It was just pissing.

  

Slate guy was so angry that the pimples on his face became even more vivid.

  

When the whistle blew, Chen Du instinctively approached a run and passed his opponent quietly. He swept past the side the moment his opponent’s caught the ball, and hooked it away in a flash.

  

A crisp, second steal! Nice! Cheers erupted from the field.

  

When the ball was crossed by the slate, the slate would not let him have an easy time. He stopped him with his arms, and the flames in his nose seemed to be coming out, turning into a big lobster.

  

If he were a loach, the slate would have to kill him.

  

Chen Du and Ban Cun were locked in a stalemate, and several red-clothed dogs were trotting around, looking like they were going to be trapped here.

  

Chen Du didn’t have any worries at all. He was calm, very calm and passive. It wasn’t a big deal to lose and leave; he didn’t want to stay here for a minute. He was relying on his inner muscles to play.

  

“Intercept, intercept!” Lin Feng sprinted over towards the left line and waved his hand at him and shouted.

  

Chen Du’s feet burst forward. He raised his hands and turned around abruptly as three men lunged in front of him. A set of fakes fooled a group of rookies. He dribbled the ball and accelerated out of the crowd before taking three or two steps to throw it offhand. Lin Feng bounced it, intercepting the ball with unerring precision, and whoosh scampered away with the ball.

  

“F*ck you ……!” Slate couldn’t resist touching Chen Du’s arm, and a warning whistle was immediately blown outside the arena.

  

“…… Shit.” He cut him an indignant look.

  

The ball ended up back in Chen Du’s hands between some scrambling. This time his goal was aiming straight for the basket, with the third years following behind like crazy to try and block it. Chen Du was leading the pack with a group of men running in shadow.

  

“F*ck, like a dog bite.” Lin Feng, who had completed his mission and was running with him on the side, cursed lowly.

  

Chen Du darted all the way forward, running like lightning. The lean and smooth inner lines of the muscles of the legs under the sports shorts were all strained , and the wind in his ears hunted like a cut.

  

He counted the amount and rushed to the basket. He jumped up with the inertia of his body, like a carp leaping to the basket, and flung it into a dunk!

  

“One-handed dunk! Beautiful!”

  

“Tiezi is so handsome!”

  

“F*ck! That’s awesome!” Lin Feng, who cares how many times he did it, yelled at the top of his lungs.

  

Chen Du still had one hand clasped on the ball basket and his body was suspended in the air. His brain gradually blanked out due to the oxygen consumption that came with his speed. The noise was continuously generated in front of his eyes and the horizon was shaking. His palms were sweating, getting slippery, as if he was about to fall down.

  

In his blurred vision, he suddenly saw a dark shadow, moving slowly on the rooftop of the opposite building.

  

Chen Du blinked, shook off a curtain of sweat, and fixed his eyes on Chen Jiashu standing on the opposite rooftop, biting into a bang-bang candy and looking at him.

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