The School Beauty's Super Rogue

Chapter 1367: Chapter 1362: Dead-On Accuracy

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Qin Hao bounced the ball on the ground and controlled it steadily with his palm, gradually getting a feel for it.

"How long are you going to hang on the rim like a gorilla?" Qin Hao said expressionlessly.

"You!"

Wang Feng’s face turned crimson with anger as he released his arm and his large body landed on the ground.

He walked over with clenched fists intending to act violently but stopped himself just in time.

"Hmph! Little punk! You just got lucky enough to interrupt my shot once! Next, I’m going to block you till you wish you were dead!"

After finishing his trash talk, Wang Feng returned to the opening area with an angry expression.

"Good job, bro! Keep intercepting his shots!"

From the crowd, accompanied by angry remarks from the brainless fans, Zhou Jing’s voice came through.

Qin Hao chuckled and shook his head, then walked outside the three-point line.

"Little punk! Watch closely, this time I’m going to block your shot!"

Wang Feng’s mouth curled into a sinister smirk.

He had a habit of talking trash on the court.

He felt that only by insulting people on the court did it feel truly satisfying.

Qin Hao didn’t change his expression and calmly replied: "Go ahead and block it then."

With that, he raised his arm, flicked his wrist, and the basketball flew out.

"So fast!"

As the basketball flew over his head, Wang Feng realized what had happened and tried to intercept but was already a step too late.

He could only turn around and watch as the basketball flew towards the basket.

Given the previous unsuccessful shot attempt.

This time, Wang Feng wasn’t worried but folded his arms with a face full of ridicule thinking, "Is this little punk going to fizzle out again? Haha! Maybe we should call him the impotent man!"

And at that very moment.

Whoosh!

The sound rang out.

The basketball passed through the center of the hoop, grazed the net, and dropped, bouncing a few times on the ground before rolling away.

Then, Wang Feng was dumbstruck, completely dumbstruck!

Did that shot... actually go in?

How is this possible?

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but the net still swinging in the wind proved it was real.

The shot definitely went in, and it was a swish.

"Awesome! Bro, you’re awesome!"

Outside the court, Zhou Jing shouted with joy.

Beside him, Zhang Lianyi also clenched her fists with an excited look on her face.

Only that group of brainless fans displayed faces of mourning as if they had lost their parents.

But soon, people scrambled to shout.

"It was just luck! What’s all the fuss about?"

"Yeah! It’s only one shot! So what?"

"When Senior Wang exerts himself, this little punk won’t have a chance!"

Facing the questioning, Zhou Jing laughed arrogantly, "So what if it’s just one shot? At least it embarrassed Wang Feng! That’s enough!"

Despite his arrogance, deep down, he had similar thoughts to the brainless fans.

Qin Hao’s last shot was almost mythical, definitely containing an element of luck.

...

On the court, Qin Hao passed the ball to Wang Feng.

Wang Feng grabbed the ball with his huge hands, hesitating to dribble, and said with a grim face: "You’re dead..."

Mid-sentence, Qin Hao impatiently interrupted, "If you’re going to shoot, then shoot! If not, hand the ball over!"

How dare you be so arrogant?

Wang Feng’s face turned pale with anger, "Son of a b***h!"

With a roar, he jumped up, posing with a perfect shooting stance, flicking his wrist, unexpectedly using a stationary three-point shot.

He felt since Qin Hao humiliated him like this, if he didn’t respond, it’d surely hurt his pride.

As an all-around player, Wang Feng’s hit rate on ultra-long-distance threes was also quite impressive. He was somewhat confident.

Whoosh!

The basketball soared smoothly into the air; watching its angle and arc, Wang Feng displayed a confident smile.

Judging by his years of playing experience, this shot was perfectly executed, it would go in!

However, his smile had not yet fully bloomed.

An arm rose swiftly, akin to the great hand of Tathagata Buddha, gently swatting the ball at its peak!

Bang!

The basketball veered off its original trajectory, losing its momentum as it landed on the ground.

I got blocked?

I freaking got blocked?

Wang Feng’s face was filled with disbelief, clenching his fist so tightly that his veins were popping out.

Meanwhile, Qin Hao also landed steadily, patting his hands, "Not bad, quite high."

"Pfft!"

Wang Feng nearly spat out blood; quite high? You freaking blocked me and say quite high?

Recalling Qin Hao’s leap just now was utterly astonishing, that moment’s power was as delightful as watching the flying Jordan dunk.

But unlike Jordan, he had a superhuman physical talent!

Whereas Qin Hao? He seemed like just an ordinary person, how did he do it?

Wang Feng hadn’t managed to think things through, Qin Hao already walked to the opening area, shoved the ball into Wang Feng’s hands, saying, "Hurry up and open."

Wang Feng came to his senses, his face fluctuating, finally grinding his teeth, "I admit your physical fitness is excellent, but don’t get cocky..."

Upon hearing this, Qin Hao frowned, grabbed the ball, and said displeased, "Just pass the ball already, what’s with the endless babbling?"

"You!"

Wang Feng’s chest heaved with rage.

"Enough, shut up, watch my performance."

He finished, Qin Hao casually tossed and the basketball flew out again.

"You shot already? I don’t believe it will go in!"

Full of disbelief, Wang Feng turned, just in time to see the basketball fall through the net.

Then, his mouth gaped, unable to close from the excitement and shock.

Silence!

Absolute silence.

There were a few like Wang Feng who were equally astonished, almost everyone outside the court was the same.

After a long silence, Zhou Jing first snapped back to reality, clenched his fist, and shouted, "Damn! Awesome! Awesome!"

Beside him, other basketball experts nodded repeatedly.

"It’s confirmed, that last one wasn’t luck."

"Damn! Even if he’s skilled, making two shots in a row is too much, right? Are National Team players this fierce?"

"Why does it seem like he shoots effortlessly? Could he keep making shots?"

"You’ll know if you just watch."

Compared to here, those brainless fans looked distressed.

They lacked the confidence to speak up.

After all, in basketball, winners and losers are decided; only the victor is entitled to boast.

...

On the court, Wang Feng shook his head repeatedly, "Impossible! No way! If he can really hit shots consecutively, this skill could take him to the NBA!"

"I said, don’t waste my time, do you want to play or not?"

Qin Hao tossed the ball to Wang Feng, suddenly saying.

Seeing Qin Hao’s indifferent face, Wang Feng felt inexplicably uneasy and fearful.

Having attacked twice already, the result was either being intercepted or blocked.

Honestly, he had lost his spirit.

"I’m not attacking! I’ll let you shoot again!"

Due to fear, Wang Feng tossed it back to Qin Hao, "Go ahead! I’ll defend! I don’t believe you can shoot again!"

He posed himself seriously, ready to intercept.

While Qin Hao, after receiving the ball, casually said: "Okay."

Then, he sent the ball soaring into the sky, landing squarely in the center of the hoop.

It was another swish!