SAYE [Run Freely]

Chapter 22

That smack was akin to a volleyball spike as it changed the trajectory of the ball and flew over to Jiang Cheng's face.

"**!" Jiang Cheng was startled, feeling as though his heart was about to jump out of the wound on his rib.

Fortunately, he raised his hands out of reflex and the ball happened to land in... his hands.

"You must all be fucking blind!" He cursed, took the ball and wasn't in the mood to care about anything else as he angrily charged straight toward the basket like a tank.

Time was almost up and there was no room to make any adjustments.

After charging toward the basket, he found that there was no opportunity for him to shoot. Liu Fan's tight-knitted, man-to-man defense technique was enacted with great proficiency, following him along, with a full-body turn that strictly shaded him.

Jiang Cheng did not see Gu Fei from the corner of his eyes; there was only Wang Xu who was being hunted and Lu Xiaobin. It was impossible for him to turn around at this moment since Liu Fan's hands were swaying before his eyes. If he was distracted, the ball would be snatched.

"There's no time—" someone shouted from the sideline.

If he didn't shoot, the two points would be gone. Jiang Cheng had no other choice and could only surmise that Gu Fei should be coming to support him at any moment - if not under the basket, then behind him.

So he hooked his hand back and passed the ball backward before immediately standing up to Liu Fan, and turning his head around.

Gu Fei stepped forward and received the ball with much steadiness, then seamlessly cast a three-point jump - the ball made a long arc in the air.

"It went in! **!" Wang Xu's throat-ripping shout rang: "Three-points!"

Jiang Cheng put his thumbs up. Although this ball didn't change the course of the game at all, it was indeed beautiful.

The whistle sounded, concluding the match.

"Not bad, not bad! I think that it's pretty good, although the score..." Wang Xu wiped the sweat on his forehead and looked over at the scoreboard, "Damn, we're still 11 points behind? Hey, it's still good nonetheless!"

One by one, everyone agreed while wiping their sweat.

"Cooperate a bit more," Jiang Cheng tugged at his clothes, feeling that the slight pain emitting from the wound was probably intensified due to the sweat. "Not looking at your teammates or your opponents, and only at the ball... this must change."

"Mm, that's right." Wang Xu nodded and repeated it once more, "Look at your teammates and also your opponent, do not look only at the ball."

After the training mission ended, Bu Shi Hao Niao took their leave and a bunch of people excitedly discussed it over with Lao Xu.

"Hurry up, gather your things and change your clothes," Lao Xu said. "I've already asked for a ten-minute leave from your politics class so don't disturb the other students when you return to class."

Everyone went to the gymnasium's washroom to wash their face and take a leak.

Jiang Cheng waited for everyone to come out before he entered. After he washed his face, he lifted his clothes in front of the mirror and looked at it.

"Fuck | your uncle." He could not help but curse in a whisper when he saw blood seeping from the gauze. "Fuck, your, uncle."

At that moment, he didn't have anything to treat the wound and he also didn't want to go to the school doctor either. The doctor would certainly report it with just a glance, and if Lao Xu knew, not only would he try to use love or something to influence him...