svetikya Chapter 101
Chapter 101
"Two to one."
Zhao Lei landed and glanced at Lin Feng.
"Not bad," he said, "better than I expected."
Lin Feng didn't say anything, picked up the ball, and served.
He dribbled to the three-point line, and Zhao Lei came up to defend him tightly—his arms were spread wide, his footwork was fast, and his body was low to the ground.
Lin Feng turned his back and used his body to protect the ball.
Three months of strength training gave him the ability to compete.
He squeezed towards the basket—one step, two steps, three steps.
Zhao Lei stood against him, without backing down.
Lin Feng suddenly turned around and jumped back to shoot.
The ball is released.
It hit the rim, bounced twice, and rolled in.
"Two to two."
Cheng Yuxin stood in the stands, her hands clasped together, her lips moving slightly, seemingly reciting something.
A teacher's college student was sitting next to me. I don't know when he arrived. He was wearing a gray cotton-padded jacket, crossed his legs, and watching the field.
He glanced at it a few times, then suddenly spoke.
"Who is this kid?"
Cheng Yuxin turned to look at him.
The man pointed at Lin Feng.
"That guy in the white shirt, he played pretty well. To be able to tie Zhao Lei two to two, that's impressive."
Cheng Yuxin didn't say anything, and turned back to continue watching.
Zhao Lei serves.
This time, he didn't rush to attack, but dribbled the ball around the center circle. He looked at Lin Feng, as if he was pondering something.
Then he suddenly accelerated—not towards the basket, but towards the baseline.
Lin Feng chased after him.
Zhao Lei stopped abruptly at the baseline and jumped to shoot.
The ball flew out from the side, drawing an arc—it hit the backboard and went in.
"Three to two."
Zhao Lei walked back and looked at Lin Feng.
"Your defense," he said, "who taught you?"
Lin Feng did not answer.
He picked up the ball and served.
He dribbled to the three-point line, and Zhao Lei closed in again.
This time, Lin Feng didn't hesitate.
He dribbled to the left, and Zhao Lei followed. He stopped abruptly, crossed his arms, and changed direction to the right—Zhao Lei followed again.
But it was too slow.
Just a fraction of a second.
Lin Feng jumped and shot.
The ball is released.
Swish.
"Three to three."
Zhao Lei stood there, looking at Lin Feng.
"How long have you been practicing?" he asked.
Lin Feng said, "Three months."
Zhao Lei remained silent for two seconds.
Then he said, "Impossible."
Lin Feng didn't speak.
Zhao Lei looked at him with a complicated expression.
"I trained for seven years," he said, "to get to where I am now. You think you can beat me like this in just three months?"
Lin Feng looked at him.
"I've never played ball," he said, "but I've watched it for many years."
Zhao Lei was stunned for a moment.
Then he laughed.
"Okay," he said, "interesting."
He picked up the ball and walked back to the three-point line.
"continue."
The game entered a tug-of-war.
Zhao Lei is leading 4-3.
Four to four, Lin Feng tied the score.
Zhao Lei takes the lead again, 5 to 4.
The score was now 5-5, with Lin Feng tying the game again.
Zhao Lei is leading 6 to 5.
Six to six, Lin Feng tied the score.
Every point counts.
Zhao Lei's shooting is indeed accurate—his jump shot has a quick release and a high arc, making it difficult to defend. Lin Feng conceded several shots to him, all of them close to his face.
But Lin Feng also has his own weapons.
His shooting form is standard, and his release is consistent. More importantly, he's unhurried. Every time he gets the ball, he takes a deep breath and then makes the most rational choice—driving when he should, shooting when he should, and passing when he should.
Although there were only two players on the field, there were no teammates to pass to.
But he played like a veteran.
The stands are getting bigger.
A few students from a teachers' college were passing by when they saw the game on the field, so they stopped to watch. Then a few more came, and then a few more. In less than half an hour, there were more than a dozen people sitting in the stands.
They don't know Lin Feng, but they understand football.
"Who's that kid? He's playing really steadily."
"Zhao Lei has met his match today."
"It's six to six now, the first game was so intense."