Supremely Talented Tyrant

"We're going to win!"

As the game time approached the end, Lin Qingxue's pretty face in the audience beamed with happiness. Seeing Hao Jian rise from the spot with a long-distance shot and score a three-pointer that widened the gap with the opponent, her joy became even more evident.

Clenching her small fist, Lin Qingxue exchanged a glance with a few dorm mates, nodded slightly, then fixed her gaze on Hao Jian, watching him casually dribble on the court, which fascinated her greatly.

"So strong!"

Seeing Hao Jian single-handedly turn the disadvantage to their favor, Ma Ze and others were shocked. This man was playing against the opponents' sneaky tactics!

At the start, Xiang Chenpeng and others might have been concerned, but now their madness seemed to highlight Hao Jian's nonchalance.

No matter how heavy-handed or insidious they were, Hao Jian always managed to evade them at the first moment, then rise for a shot and score directly.

"No wonder he can become Lin Qingxue's boyfriend."

Ma Ze looked at Hao Jian gravely, watching him act as though he wasn't putting in much effort. Shaking his head, it seemed that his friend had no chance.

Such an outstanding person — on the basketball court, regardless of the position played by the four team members, it didn't seem very important at this moment. Of course, they served a purpose: to pass the ball to Hao Jian. As long as they got the ball, they just threw it to him.

After all, one person on the court couldn't always hold the ball. While they handled the ball at times, for Ma Ze and others, it almost felt the same as not playing at all.

Even though they were present on the court, they were like outsiders, having nothing to do, merely spectators at the closest proximity.

As for their opponent Xiang Chenpeng, they could only give him a look of pity. If they hadn't injured Zhang Liao, keeping him from participating, Hao Jian probably wouldn't have stepped in, or been brought in by Molan.

Now, they thought they had the victory in their grasp, only to face an opponent scarier than Zhang Liao. What worried Ma Ze a little was Hao Jian's identity.

After all, he wasn't a student at the school. If this matter was exposed, their reputation might not fare well, as it was a school intramural match involving an outsider. Does that make sense?

Unfortunately, Ma Ze couldn't go up and tell Hao Jian now, "You've overdone it, stand down?" Even if he could say it, he wouldn't want to. Let those matters be addressed by someone else.

At least they should give Xiang Chenpeng a lesson, teach him that cheating leads to no good end.

"Who is this substitute player?! How is he so strong?!"

In the audience, many were shocked to see Hao Jian taking on five opponents alone, more so not wanting to believe it; it was the feeling of an NBA professional descending on their school to crush weaker players!

Many girls, seeing Hao Jian's formidable dribbling rhythm on the field, were starry-eyed, making Lin Qingxue regretful. If she had known it would be like this, she wouldn't have let Hao Jian go up.

But that mutter of hers fell into her dorm mates' ears, met with simultaneous rolled eyes. When Lin Qingxue said this, the pride on her face was unmistakable!

"One more minute."

Molan suddenly spoke, and the girls, hearing her words, were briefly dazed before turning their gaze to a timer nearby. There was just minutes and seconds left till the end of the fourth quarter.

As for the score in this match, need we say more? The situation was reversed at the start of the fourth quarter by Hao Jian, and then he slowly revealed his prowess, relentlessly dominating five players and roaring continuously.

He single-handedly widened the score gap to 130 to 75.

A difference of over fifty points with little time remaining showed that the School of Civil Engineering's team was about to lose the match, and they were about to miss the championship, only grasping an unattainable second place.

But talking about their strength, if they didn't resort to any means, perhaps this outcome would be the same, as Zhang Liao's team was stronger compared to Xiang Chenpeng's.

As for Xiang Chenpeng, he just had the money to buy off various connections to achieve his goals, something both Lin Qingxue and Hao Jian extremely despised.

Otherwise, Hao Jian wouldn't have agreed to Lin Qingxue's request to help her rival win. In the past, being called the cold and ruthless God of Death, he probably wouldn't have bothered.

"Pa!"

As time reached the end, a casually made long shot fell into the hoop, resulting in the final three-pointer that set the final score.

"142 to 75!"

In the last minute, Hao Jian kept throwing numerous shots, mostly three-pointers, effortlessly raising the points substantially.

"We won!"

Seeing this score, hearing the referee reluctantly announce the result, Ma Ze and others still wore disbelief on their faces.

They actually won, and it was being led to victory by someone!

"We won! We won!"

In the medical room dozens of meters away from the rest room, Zhang Liao sat painfully on the hospital bed, staring at his thigh's knee area, covered with medicine.

It's this knee that prevents him from moving, prevents him from leading his team to fight for victory. Even though he knows the chances of winning are slim, he still wants to try, still wants to lead his players to fight for it!

He doesn't like to admit defeat, or to admit defeat in advance. Since he is going to do it, he'll do it to the full. Even if he fails then, he'll have tried hard.

He is trying to stand up, but when his foot touches the ground, even before he stands up, a sudden urgent and surprised voice scares Zhang Liao greatly.

"Damn! Are you trying to scare me to death?!"

When Zhang Liao sees who it is, he also breathes a sigh of relief. Looking at this person with a face full of displeasure, he recognizes this person as a teammate from his team named Kong Ning.

"Why are you here? Is the game over?"

Seeing Kong Ning come over, Zhang Liao shifts his position slightly, looks at him, and asks.

Upon hearing this, Kong Ning's brows furrow slightly, especially upon seeing Zhang Liao's leg suspended in the air. He asks with a furrowed brow, "Did you just ignore your own body?"

"No such thing!"

Zhang Liao waves his hand and quietly lifts his leg, wanting to lie back on the bed. He doesn't know when his buddy Ma Ze will come over, and if Ma Ze sees him fooling around like this despite being injured, he'll probably give him a good scolding.

"Forget it, I won't argue much with you."

Kong Ning says helplessly, understanding Zhang Liao's character somewhat. But now is not the time to talk about this; rather, he looks at Zhang Liao and cannot suppress the joy in his voice: "Captain, we just won! We won the game!"

"Winning is winning."

Zhang Liao waves his hand indifferently, but his mind is pondering whether Ma Ze will come quickly, needing to lie down soon.

"..."

A second passes, Zhang Liao's body suddenly stiffens, his face shows shock as he stiffly lifts his head, looks at Kong Ning, and some dry words come out of his mouth: "You... what did you just say?"

"We won!"

Kong Ning repeats to Zhang Liao without hesitation. Even though he saw the result with his own eyes, there is still a dreamlike idea in his mind—they really won!

"Quick... quick... take me over there!"

Upon receiving the confirmed message, Zhang Liao immediately stands up, staring at Kong Ning and waving to him. He wants to go over and see what caused the remaining four players to snatch victory in the game.

Could it be that the referee turned over a new leaf, exposing the affair of the black whistle, and decided their team won?

Thinking this way, he shakes his head. Since Xiang Chenpeng dared to play dirty in front of so many people, Zhang Liao doesn't believe there are no leaders involved.

So this possibility is not established.

But how did they achieve victory?

"Is it that person?"

Finally, on the way being supported by Kong Ning, Zhang Liao gets the final answer. The greatest variable in this is Hao Jian, as mentioned by Kong Ning, who is also Zhang Liao's rival in love!

One versus five!

His rival in love, just relying on this one person, plus four assistants passing the ball to him, ended up brutally beating the opponent's five people by over sixty points, leaving anyone speechless.

Even those leaders wanting to make an article out of this thing, it's impossible, because they exceeded Xiang Chenpeng by sixty points, which was seen by all the audience.

If judged this way, giving victory to Xiang Chenpeng's team, perhaps this affair might turn into a joke in the school. More terrifyingly, even if the school hosts basketball matches in the future, probably no one would come to watch?

After Kong Ning finishes explaining everything, Zhang Liao's initially excited face gradually dims, seeing his back is somewhat desolate.

"Wow!"

Walking out the passageway, reaching the game, he is greeted by the shouts of the audience. That kind of blood-boiling sound makes Zhang Liao's eyes increasingly dimmer, as it belongs to someone else's applause, even his rival's.

"You've come?"

While Zhang Liao is lost in thought, Ma Ze's voice suddenly comes from the side. Zhang Liao instinctively turns his head and sees Ma Ze in the distance, arms crossed, looking at him with a pout.

A light mockery escapes Ma Ze's mouth, making a smile appear on Zhang Liao's face.

"Watch this opponent carefully, you are not that kind of coward."