Chapter 41: Striking in the Dark (Wishing You Peace and Health on the Dragon Boat Festival!)
Even so, the video of Feng Yisheng’s scoring has already been uploaded by countless students to major video-sharing websites. The titles are all over the place, but most are full of praise for Feng Yisheng.
Among them are:
Shocking! High school student never misses!
High school basketball game: seventy-five points in three quarters!
Seventeen-year-old achieves a triple-double, and the fourth quarter continues!...
Originally, the basketball court was crowded with spectators, only a few hundred at first, but now there are likely over a thousand. Luckily, it’s mid-March and the weather is cool; otherwise, with so many people packed together, the atmosphere would have been unbearable.
It was truly overwhelming!
Since it was the final quarter, the basketball team had been pushed to their limits, but no one expected the game to reach such a desperate state.
The coach of the junior team called a twenty-minute timeout, which Feng Yisheng’s side also accepted.
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Inside the locker room.
Zhuang Bi was beside himself with rage, shouting loudly at everyone, “What are you all good for, huh?... How could you let Feng Yisheng score eighty-five points?”
He swept his gaze across the locker room; the other eleven players, including the coach, lowered their heads.
Within the junior basketball team, Zhuang Bi ruled supreme, but now even he realized there was still one quarter left. It wasn’t the time to blame others excessively.
He lowered his voice, seething, “In this last quarter, no matter what, you must fight with everything you’ve got! Do you hear me?”
“We hear you!” The twelve others, coach included, could only respond.
Zhuang Bi’s face turned savage. “No matter what, keep a close eye on Feng Yisheng. If necessary, don’t hesitate to use tricks.”
His words startled the others. All seventeen or eighteen years old, they found it unsettling that Zhuang Bi would have them go so far against a fellow student.
Zhuang Bi noticed their hesitation, gave a harsh smile, and said arrogantly, “Just do your worst—as long as you don’t cripple him, I’ll take responsibility for whatever happens! I’ve already spoken with the four referees from the senior team. They’ll turn a blind eye to our little maneuvers.”
With that, a cold gleam flashed across his face. He thought to himself: Feng Yisheng, don’t blame me. Who could have guessed that a nobody like you, missing for less than ten days, would return so fiercely...
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The fourth quarter began. To help his four teammates recover their stamina, Feng Yisheng quietly transferred spiritual energy to them, unnoticed by anyone—including Luoshan and the others. After all, he hadn’t given them much during the third quarter.
As the whistle blew, Feng Yisheng’s team took possession; they’d grabbed the last rebound in the third quarter.
Receiving the inbound pass from Luoshan in his own half, Feng Yisheng dribbled calmly toward the midcourt.
But as he crossed the half-court line, he noticed the opposing team acting differently: unlike the previous three quarters, when only one defender marked him closely, now two players moved in to guard him, with one providing help defense.
For this quarter, two players focused their defense on him. Just as he passed half-court, they began edging closer. Feng Yisheng glanced at the basket, over ten meters away.
He thought, time to surprise them. With a flick of his right hand, channeling a trace of spiritual energy, he launched the ball.
It traced a perfect parabola. In front of over a thousand spectators, the basketball sailed straight into the hoop.
101:61.
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Though the crowd had grown used to Feng Yisheng’s monstrous scoring, a thunderous roar of astonishment and cheers erupted once more!
Feng Yisheng had ignited the court again.
The score soared past a hundred, and even the senior team students on the sidelines didn’t realize the game had already shattered the record for Nan Shui Foreign Language School.
This record wasn’t just for internal games; even official matches hadn’t seen such numbers. The highest score in school history was eighty-one.
Now, the record was exceeded by twenty points, and Feng Yisheng alone had scored eighty-five—four points above the school’s previous individual record.
Feng Yisheng’s achievement also broke the school’s single-game individual scoring record, which until now had stood at twenty-five points.
The audience felt honored to witness such a historic moment!
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And as if that weren’t enough, Feng Yisheng’s shot had come from nearly half-court, setting a new record for the longest-range basket and sending the crowd into even greater excitement!
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Especially Yang Yong, watching from the stands, who now believed Feng Yisheng’s potential was far from exhausted.
He no longer favored Zhuang Bi; his gaze was so intense, it was as if a lonely man laid eyes on a nude beauty for the first time—he stared at Feng Yisheng with burning enthusiasm!
Out on the court, Feng Yisheng suddenly sneezed and rubbed his nose, puzzled. He wasn’t sure how his body had changed since cultivating spiritual energy, but surely a cold wouldn’t affect him now.
Could it be that Chen, the top student, was thinking about him?
Shaking off his narcissism, Feng Yisheng refocused on defending the junior team.
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The opposing small forward had been substituted: Zhao Xiaoming was replaced by a sturdier player, whose name Feng Yisheng didn’t know.
This newcomer was notorious for playing rough on street courts—anyone who played basketball knew that street players had ruthless tactics. Zhuang Bi had deliberately put him in, aiming to take Feng Yisheng out of the game.
At the very least, they wanted to draw blood.
The previous play had been designed for two defenders to force a foul, hoping to injure Feng Yisheng, even slightly.
But Feng Yisheng was bold and skilled, scoring from an incredible distance, leaving the small forward helpless.
He knew Feng Yisheng was accurate, but not to such an unimaginable degree.
The small forward’s name was Wang Hai. Now, as he dribbled, seeing Feng Yisheng defending him, he devised a plan.
Standing nearly one meter ninety, he towered above Feng Yisheng, so he lowered his body and dribbled.
Lower dribbling has its advantages and disadvantages; the downside is a narrower field of vision, making it harder to pass to teammates.