Basketball System: Rebound of the Underdog

Then, feeling a bit out of mood, some of them made their way over to the large crowd in the basketball team\'s booth.

"I don\'t know," Justin answered. "I heard that someone from Yin Yang High was challenged to a shooting battle."

"Yin Yang?" Junior asked with raised eyebrows. "Aren\'t they the best basketball team in the city?"

Justin nodded. "That must be the reason why a lot of people are watching. It\'s ridiculous how someone from Shizi High challenged him."

"Unless it\'s Yuze, right?" Junior smirked.

Justin clicked his tongue. "That guy wouldn\'t do anything like that."

"Right," Junior said in a teasing tone. "I nearly forgot that you guys are the best of friends."

"Shut up," Justin said.

Junior continued chuckling. "By the way," he said. "The cookies this time appear lesser than last year."

"Inflation," Justin merely said, making Junior nod in understanding.

"Anyway, I think we\'ll still win," Junior smiled, looking at their box of earnings.

Justin smirked and nodded. "As always."

Meanwhile, the crowd around the basketball team had gotten bigger, surprising Lina. It seemed like there were only a couple of people when they started, yet now, it would be difficult for anyone from the basketball team to get past the crowd!

Fabin stood on the line, the swish of the net and the cheers of the spectators filling the air.

The shooting game was in full swing, and Fabin was at the center of it.

He wasted no time in shooting the ball, eyes fixed on the hoop ahead.

Then, with a swift motion, he launched the ball into the air, the sound of the swoosh as it passed through the net barely registering in his mind.

It was just one shot—one among many.

"His pace is unbelievable," Kun muttered, feeling amazed that a Small Forward like him could shoot so well.

He moved like a basketball player from the college level, with each shot flowing seamlessly into the next.

Not every shot made it in, but his speed made up for his misses.

Thirty seconds ticked by in a blur.

Fabin had already sunk 20 shots, and the crowd watched in awe as he continued to fire away.

It was expected that he would exceed thirty shots and exceed he did.

Fabin found himself pushed to his limits as he made the 35th shot in at the very last second.

He had to admit that he got tired during the last 15 seconds, which made him slow down a bit, but he was still satisfied with the amount of shots he sank.

He already had the highest score among everybody else, and he was eligible for the prize that the basketball team had prepared—which was a paper bag of organic onions courtesy of Kai.

At first, the team was surprised that Kai had volunteered to provide the prize for their booth. Nobody complained since they loved free stuff. However, they weren\'t expecting onions!

They wondered where he could have gotten a whole sack of it but held back on asking.

As Fabin took a moment to catch his breath, those watching continued to cheer for him.

However, their cheers quickly turned into gossip as Kai made his way to where Fabin originally stood.

Fabin, who had sweat forming on his temples, looked at Kai with a confident smile.

"Beat that," Fabin said.

The basketball team conversed among themselves, most of them already convinced that Kai was going to lose.

It was not like they wanted their teammate to lose. It was just natural! Even the third-year players would fail to shoot more than 35 baskets. They would shoot 30 at most!

And for someone like Kai, who doesn\'t have a good reputation for shooting, it just seemed impossible.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Those watching were also convinced that Fabin was going to win. However, out of curiosity, they decided to watch Kai\'s attempt to beat him.

Unlike Fabin, Kai wasn\'t known for his shooting. In fact, his defense often overshadowed his shooting skills.

However, Kai seemed calm despite all of this.

With a deep breath, Kai positioned himself behind the line, his eyes narrowed in concentration.

He pressed the button, causing the buzzer to go off and the balls to roll down.

He lifted the ball, feeling its weight in his hands, and released it with a flick of his wrist.

The first shot sailed wide, missing the rim by a considerable margin.

Chuckles and murmurs were heard in the crowd.

"I knew it!"

"I could do better than that."

Fabin pursed his lips to hold back the chuckle that bubbled in his throat.

He knew, in fact, that he got this one in the bag.

Lina clicked her tongue as she continued looking at Kai.

"Why did you even challenge him?" she muttered.

However, Kai remained calm.

He retrieved the ball and tried again.

Swish.

The net rustled as the ball passed through, and Kai\'s confidence grew.

He sank the next shot...and then the next—each one finding its mark.

His movements were undoubtedly slower than Fabin\'s, but there was a certain sureness to them.

While Ailun\'s shots came at a rapid pace, with the ball going in roughly 1/4 times as he shot every 0.5 seconds, Kai\'s rhythm was steadier. It seemed like he shot every 1.5 seconds, with all of them making it in.

Zeren frowned in confusion as he watched his form.

Jinping\'s mouth went agape, feeling like he was being pranked by what he was seeing.

Then, he chuckled. "This...isn\'t happening, right? Why is he so damn lucky?"

"It\'s not luck," Shang pointed out. "Look at his form. It\'s the ideal form."

Yuze\'s eyes focused on Kai and confirmed Shang\'s statement.

Then, a small smirk appeared on his lips.

"This kid has been practicing, huh?" he muttered.

The crowd watched in disbelief as Kai continued to sink shot after shot, his accuracy scarily unmatched.

But then, just as he reached his 30th shot, the ball clanged against the rim and bounced away. Explore hidden tales at empire

Fabin\'s breath got caught in the back of his throat. He could still win!

He clutched onto the blue jersey and found himself palpitating.

He thought this was going to be an easy, relaxing win—especially with Kai being his opponent.

However, how could someone like Kai, who had always struggled with his shooting, suddenly become so good at shooting?

"10 seconds!" Lina exclaimed.

Kai smirked as he sank his 35th shot.

He just needed one more!

So, moving slower this time, he took the ball and narrowed his eyes at the ring.

Then, with what he had been practicing for the past two weeks, he released the ball lightly from his hands.

Swish.

The buzzer was heard once more, and the crowd erupted into amazed cheers.

Kai turned to Fabin, who appeared traumatized, before pointing to the blue jersey slung on his shoulder.

"I believe that belongs to me."