Super Soldier in Campus

A half-court shot... it actually went in.

As Lin Feng completed this long shot, the court fell silent. Everyone seemed frozen, the only sound was the THUD, THUD of the ball hitting the court. Even the referee forgot to blow the whistle and record the score.

The next second, the entire crowd in the arena erupted…

"Oh my God, am I seeing things? Lin Feng looked like he shot from the half-court line!"

"This is a standard court; the half-court line is a full fourteen meters from the basket!"

"Lin Feng made a shot from fourteen meters away! Is... is he even human?"

"If he could maintain this shooting accuracy from such a distance, would basketball games even need an inside offense?"

"That's too much, it's simply unbelievable!"

Impossible, absolutely impossible... Such a distance... That must be pure damned luck... The blow was too much for Ding Min; his thoughts were a chaotic mess, and he couldn't help but mumble to himself. Ding Min refused to believe Lin Feng could consistently make such an outrageous long shot. He could only convince himself it was pure, damned luck...

"Although it's the second time I've seen it, it's still quite shocking!" Wang Zikai lamented to Zhong Jialiang and Yang Ming. His admiration for Lin Feng was already beyond measure. "Brother Feng is as flamboyant as ever! It's like he excels at everything. Yesterday, he was schooling Situ Yang in ping pong, and now he's going to dominate on the basketball court..."

"Isn't that good? Brother Feng is avenging you!" Yang Ming grinned, glanced at Wang Zikai's injured foot, and said disdainfully, "Having such a good-for-nothing brother like you, Brother Feng must be really troubled!"

"Hey... Yang Ming, can't you be a little more tactful? I admit Brother Feng is awesome, but how am I pathetic?" Wang Zikai retorted hotly. "I got injured and had to leave the court yesterday, but you were still playing! If you're so great, how come you didn't score more baskets?"

"You..." Yang Ming looked slightly embarrassed. Although he was a few centimeters taller than Wang Zikai, when it came to basketball skills, he really couldn't compare.

"...So, would it be considered pathetic if you got a room with your girlfriend twice and couldn't seal the deal?" Zhong Jialiang interjected, suppressing his laughter.

Hearing this, Yang Ming burst out laughing. The legendary tale of Wang Zikai and Yi Hongmei getting a room twice without any "substantial action" was destined to be a joke they'd tease him about for a lifetime!

"Damn it, Zhong Jialiang, stay right there! Don't run, or I swear I'll beat you to death, you bastard! I told you not to bring this up again! Are you fucking looking for trouble?" Wang Zikai's expression changed drastically. Dragging his injured leg, he hobbled after Zhong Jialiang, trying to vent his anger.

The uninjured Zhong Jialiang easily dodged Wang Zikai's reach, a teasing smile on his face.

"That's amazing! Lin Feng can make shots from that far, and his form is so cool too! Why didn't I ever see him play basketball in high school?" If I had known him on the basketball court back then, I would've shamelessly pestered him to go out with me... What a pity, I missed my chance! Su Zi was completely smitten by Lin Feng's stunning long shot, her eyes practically sparkling with hearts.

"Hey, hey... A'zi, have you no shame? Weren't you just complaining this morning about Lin Feng taking advantage of you? How did you switch sides so quickly?" Ning Aoxue was increasingly exasperated by Su Zi's behavior.

"One thing at a time, okay..." Su Zi, still flushed with excitement, said to Ning Aoxue with a straight face, "Just because I admire Lin Feng's shooting form doesn't mean I'm willing to let him take liberties with me! Not even if he's handsome... Well, unless he's *exceptionally* handsome, that is!"

"I'm truly speechless with you..." Ning Aoxue shook her head in disdain. However, when Miss Ning inadvertently glanced at Lin Feng, her own eyes flashed with a similar, fervent light. Her small fists, hidden from view, clenched unconsciously as she silently cheered him on.

Lin Feng had no idea that his casual shot would cause such an uproar among the spectators. He had initially wanted to try an even longer shot, perhaps even challenge the NBA record of a 27-meter full-court shot. But seeing as his half-court shot was already showy enough, it seemed best to keep a low profile.

"Don't get complacent, Lin Feng! There are still eight shots left. I will definitely beat you!" Ding Min, perhaps trying to encourage himself or to unnerve Lin Feng, walked up to him and said through gritted teeth, "I can make long shots too! I refuse to believe you can completely shut down my offense!"

"...Um, I'm not being complacent," Lin Feng said with a faint smile, looking at the enraged Ding Min and spreading his hands.

"Hmph..." Ding Min snorted, his entire body tensing. He dribbled the ball, his eyes fixed intently on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng didn't press him. Instead, he stood relaxed inside the three-point line, seemingly daring Ding Min to make a move.

"Hmph, you're underestimating me! Don't think you're the only one who can make long shots! I can too!" Ding Min feinted a few steps, then suddenly stopped. He shot Lin Feng a smug look and launched himself into a jump shot for a three-pointer.

Ding Min was a good one and a half meters away from Lin Feng. At this distance, he was confident Lin Feng couldn't interfere with his shot. Besides, Ding Min's three-point accuracy was consistently around fifty percent. He chose the long shot partly out of concern that Lin Feng might steal the ball, but mostly because he had faith in his own shooting!

Just one basket, that's all it takes to beat Lin Feng! I still have eight chances, why not try?

Ding Min held his breath, his eyes locked on the basket. Reaching the apex of his jump, he gracefully released the ball.

"Ah... Ding Min went for a three-pointer too! Lin Feng's in trouble!"

"Yeah, if Ding Min makes this, Lin Feng will have to resign. Every shot Ding Min takes is crucial!"

"Ding Min's three-pointers are really good!"

"There's nothing Lin Feng can do now. All we can hope for is that Ding Min misses..."

Seeing Ding Min soar into the air, Lin Feng's classmates looked worried and began to murmur amongst themselves. Suddenly…

"Wait, look! Lin Feng jumped too... What's he trying to do?"

"He's not actually going to try and block Ding Min's three-pointer, is he? How's that even possible?"

"Ding Min's release point is at least 2.3 meters high! How could Lin Feng block it... unless he can jump 1.5 meters... Damn! Lin Feng really is that high! So high! That's nearly two meters! What kind of vertical leap is that?"

Before the astonished eyes of the crowd, Lin Feng leaped straight up, well over a meter from a standstill, and snatched the basketball Ding Min had just shot clean out of the air...

Ding Min's face instantly turned a deathly pale...

A three-pointer... actually blocked by Lin Feng?! Is there any justice in this world? Is Lin Feng some kind of monster? How could he jump that high from a standing start? Playing one-on-one against someone like this... can you even call it playing anymore? Ding Min suddenly felt like an utter fool. It would have been fine just to win against the Industrial Management class in the friendly match. Why did I have to go and provoke Lin Feng? The guy's not human!