Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Hao Jian."

Lin Qingxue suddenly turned her head, looked at Hao Jian, and softly called out.

Hearing Lin Qingxue's voice, Hao Jian was slightly taken aback, but upon seeing her somewhat compassionate gaze, he immediately chuckled and gestured towards the resting area of the School of Mechanical Engineering's team.

"Are you planning to have me help them?"

Seeing Lin Qingxue's expression, Hao Jian knew right away what she was asking him to do.

"Hao Jian, please help them!"

At this moment, Molan also spoke up, looking towards Ma Ze with anxiousness on her pretty face.

Looking at the girls, Hao Jian rubbed his nose and joked, "I was planning to see how formidable this so-called rival is, but now you want me to go up..."

Shaking his head, Hao Jian pointed to the court, saying, "I'm not a student at your school, am I allowed to play basketball?"

Upon hearing this, the girls were momentarily stunned and then nodded. Molan said, "You absolutely can. After all, this game has no registration, since it is not an official match. As long as the basketball team agrees, anyone can play."

"But this can only happen halfway through the game, and..."

Saying this, Molan paused for a moment, her gaze slightly flickering, "These guys made the first move; we're not in the wrong for doing this."

"And even if they ask, Ma Ze and the others can say you're a student from our school. As long as the campus leadership doesn't investigate, students like us definitely can't check if you're actually from our school."

Rubbing his nose, Hao Jian eventually laughed, "I don't mind, after all, this is what Qingxue wants. Whether I can join is mainly up to them..."

Saying this, Hao Jian turned his gaze to the four remaining team members, as Zhang Liao had already gone to the medical area due to injury. The four of them were the ones discussing strategy.

"Don't worry about this!"

Upon receiving Hao Jian's consent, Molan quickly stood up and immediately left her seat, heading outside. Seeing Molan leaving, Lin Qingxue also pushed Hao Jian and laughed, "Go and show them how amazing my man is!"

"Wait for me."

Hao Jian shook his head, reached out to rub Lin Qingxue's hair, and smiled, "I will definitely win for you."

Having said this, Hao Jian followed in Molan's direction. Judging by her manner, she seemed to be heading to the resting area too, possibly to discuss with the person chasing after Molan.

The corners of his mouth lifted, his deep eyes gazing down the hallway where Molan was walking ahead. Hastening his steps, he came to her side and followed her into the court.

"Molan? Why are you here?"

Ma Ze, who was discussing strategies in the resting area, suddenly noticed Molan approaching. His face lit up with delight, but when greeted by him, Molan only nodded before gesturing to Hao Jian.

"Hao Jian, Lin Qingxue's man."

Upon hearing this, Ma Ze and the others had peculiar expressions. Looking at Molan, Ma Ze said, "Molan, just tell us, why did you bring him here? You know... our team captain Zhang Liao..."

"I know."

Before Ma Ze could explain, Molan interrupted, waving her hand with a slightly indifferent tone, "I brought him to help you, whether or not you want it is up to you guys. I don't want to say too much."

"But if you want to win this match, you might have to agree to let Hao Jian join your team to help you."

With this, Molan paused slightly, "This isn't just my idea. It's Qingxue's idea; she sent Hao Jian to help you."

Upon hearing this, Ma Ze and others were momentarily stunned. As for Ma Ze, he sighed, seeing that this meant Zhang Liao had even less of a chance.

"I never said I wouldn't agree."

Ma Ze smiled and then extended his hand to Hao Jian, "Welcome to our team, and thank you for your help. This time, in the spirit of competition, we put aside all prejudices. Our sole aim is to win the match!"

Shaking hands with Ma Ze, Hao Jian smiled and said, "We will definitely win."

"Let's hope."

Obviously, Ma Ze's views were not as optimistic as Hao Jian's, as he knew how tough the opponent was, with all sorts of sly tricks and dubious umpiring, they were essentially lawless.

"Alright, since everything's settled, I'll head back."

Finding things going more smoothly than anticipated, Molan was somewhat surprised. After casually saying a brief word, she was about to leave, but Ma Ze called out to her just before she did.

"Molan..."

"No need to say it."

Molan shook her head, glanced at Ma Ze, and said, "You decide for yourself. This game is your decision and my choice. You've shown your strength, but I haven't observed enough."

Hearing this, Ma Ze paused for a moment, then grinned: "Observe me as much as you like. I'll definitely make you aware of my strength and reliability!"

Molan didn't respond and left there, heading towards the stands where a slightly nervous Lin Qingxue and a few others were waiting. Seeing her approach without Hao Jian was a relief.

"How did it go?"

Lin Qingxue asked.

"Not a problem, Ma Ze agreed, or I wouldn't have come back alone."

Spreading her hands, Molan sat back in her seat just as she saw Ma Ze leading the team toward the court, with Hao Jian, a substitute player, walking at the back.

Though this assistance was quite calm, Hao Jian could sense the resistance from these few people. After all, he was Lin Qingxue's man and their captain Zhang Liao's rival.

Asking a rival for help was already embarrassing enough. If they didn't express themselves a bit, they would seem to lack principles.

But this kind of thinking made Hao Jian feel helpless. If they couldn't stand him, they shouldn't let him join the team. If his skills truly matched theirs, perhaps they wouldn't avoid losing the game.

But was that scenario likely to happen?

Clearly, that's impossible. Even though he hadn't touched a basketball for years, he still remembered the rules. Just moments ago, while playing with the ball in the locker room, Hao Jian regained his touch.

Although he didn't need such formality in today's contest, the opponent still used cheap tricks. If he fell into a trap, where could he hide his Overlord of Hua City reputation?

"It's starting!"

"Shh!"

With a whistle, Ma Ze leapt up, attempting to grab the basketball from the referee, but as always, the ball still went to Xiang Chenpeng.

Seeing this, Ma Ze wasn't surprised or discouraged; it was normal as no regular person could get that ball. Xiang Chenpeng became even more smug as he grabbed the ball.

"Clap!"

As Xiang Chenpeng landed and planned to dribble the ball away, a bizarre shadow suddenly appeared, reached out, and snatched the ball right from his hands.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Next followed rapid dribbling sounds. With several swift moves, the shadow darted down the court and scored before anyone could react.

Scored!

"Wow... That's amazing..."

In the stands, Molan and the other girls saw it clearly. Initially on the sidelines, Hao Jian took a step at the exact moment Xiang Chenpeng caught the ball, sprinting towards him and taking the ball.

Simultaneously, while the opposition hadn't recovered, he dashed past several people and dunked right under the basket!

"Damn! How did he dribble just now? Why didn't I see it?!"

Ma Ze rubbed his eyes, staring blankly at Hao Jian. How is this guy so good?

Undoubtedly, Hao Jian's performance boosted the team's morale instantly. Even though the score was fourteen to seventy-four, somehow they felt confident in winning.

Including this third round and the fourth, after four rounds, the team with the highest score wins.

With Hao Jian's display of prowess, continuously intercepting and shooting, as long as the basketball lands in Hao Jian's hands, it's a guaranteed score, no doubt.

This created a peculiar situation on the field; no matter who from the School of Mechanical Engineering team got the ball, they immediately threw it to Hao Jian.

Even if they were obstructed, they'd still toss the ball towards Hao Jian, and he'd score next, whether by dunk or shot.

Seeing Hao Jian's heroics, Xiang Chenpeng, who had been smug, began to panic. He had initially thought Hao Jian was just brought in as Ma Ze's backup.

No one believed in Hao Jian's capability. All the decent players had been on the court for a while, and those weaker ones, who couldn't play well, stayed in the locker room.

But reality taught Xiang Chenpeng not to underestimate anyone.

He instructed all team members to target Hao Jian. But Hao Jian not only dodged all their sneaky plays with ease but also kept scoring!

Initially, they sought to block Ma Ze's other four players, but later decided it was more important to stop Hao Jian.

Hence, on the field, a peculiar phenomenon appeared, where Xiang Chenpeng's team casually blocked Ma Ze, but immediately abandoned their mark and rushed to Hao Jian whenever he was unguarded.

In such instances, they didn't fear fouling; the referee was on their side. But this approach intensified Hao Jian's aggressive play...

A full-on one-versus-five!