Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Yeah!"

Zhang Liao sighed, looking at Hao Jian surrounded by several girls on the court. He smiled at Ma Ze: "Rest assured, I still have some sense. Otherwise, I wouldn't be Zhang Liao."

"That's the spirit!"

Ma Ze came over, patted Zhang Liao on the shoulder, and laughed out loud at his friend: "But really, your injury caught me off guard! But it's okay, I heard from the doctor that you've only hurt your muscles, not your bones. A little rest and medication for a week or so and you'll be fine."

"I know my body. If this match would ruin me, why would I keep playing basketball?" Zhang Liao suddenly mocked himself, looking at Hao Jian, "But tell me, how does this man manage to turn the tables in such a disadvantageous situation?"

Hearing this, Ma Ze slightly shook his head, looking at Hao Jian with flickering eyes: "I don't know. I just think he's very strong, at least at an NBA star level. But for some reason, I always feel like he's holding back against these people."

"Several times, I've clearly seen him start to dodge their attacks, only to suddenly pause, narrowly avoiding the attacks. Even though he scored eventually, I still don't get his approach."

"Isn't it obvious?"

Zhang Liao casually said: "It's just about hiding one's strength and letting opponents think they have a chance to take him down. If I had this ability, I'd do the same. Tease the opponent, give them hope, and that way, you can play with them longer."

"It's called adding fun..."

"Oh, come on..."

Hearing Zhang Liao's explanation, Ma Ze laughed and swore, "Only someone like you could say that. You have no idea how annoying Xiang Chenpeng is. He's like a mad dog, hitting everyone. I've been knocked over by him several times."

As Ma Ze mentioned this, Zhang Liao took a good look at him, noticing that his arm was mostly bruised and superficially injured. A few days of rest would fix it.

But what puzzled Zhang Liao was why Xiang Chenpeng was acting this way. Wasn't it too reckless, especially with so many school officials watching the match?

"Hao Jian."

Grabbing Hao Jian's hand, Lin Qingxue blushed slightly. This was her man, and he showed such a strong side on the court, making her especially proud, especially seeing her roommate's astonished expression.

At this moment, under everyone's gaze, she proactively held Hao Jian's hand, asserting her ownership to everyone present.

Hao Jian belonged to her. Others wanting to get close to him had no chance!

"Hehe..."

Seeing Lin Qingxue take Hao Jian's hand with such pride, like a hen, made Zhang Liao from afar show a bitter smile. This was the woman he had liked for a long time, yet he couldn't move her.

"Sigh, compared to him, I'm still far behind..."

Zhang Liao sighed, and Ma Ze, hearing this sigh, felt the same way. Just in basketball, Hao Jian already showed world-star levels of skill.

Compared to them, he was many times stronger. While they were still dreaming about their basketball idols, Hao Jian already had those idols' skills.

What could they do about it?

"You little rascal..."

Hao Jian reached out and ruffled Lin Qingxue's hair, pampering her. He shook his head, looking at the audience that didn't want to leave, a helpless expression on his face.

If it wasn't for Lin Qingxue's request, he might not have even played. He usually couldn't be bothered, but now he'd stepped in and done a great job, yet now he was under everyone's spotlight.

Many girls had started to inquire about who Hao Jian was, wondering which student from the School of Mechanical Engineering he was. As for Lin Qingxue beside him, they didn't care.

Even if Hao Jian had Lin Qingxue, so what? They could just snatch him. Why care what a rival thought?

"Kid..."

While the School of Mechanical Engineering was celebrating, a discordant voice suddenly sounded, causing Hao Jian to frown slightly. The voice was very familiar, or rather newly familiar.

"You're good..."

Xiang Chenpeng, with his teammates, came out from the locker room, staring at Hao Jian and his smug look with gritted teeth and fiery eyes. His tone was icy: "You better hope you can get out of here."

"Oh?"

Facing Xiang Chenpeng's threat, Hao Jian merely shrugged. He was used to threats, and no matter who threatened him, even the God of Assassins he had taken down, he wouldn't care, since his strength was greater.

And now, this Ivory Tower rich kid was saying such things to someone who once and still was the God of Death? Wasn't that courting death?!

During the match, this guy was the one who talked the most, cursing from start to finish, making Hao Jian want to slap him dead.

But this is, after all, inside the school. He can't do such things, especially since this guy is just spoiled by his family.

"Xiang Chenpeng, I think you better not cause trouble."

Zhang Liao and the others suddenly walked up behind Hao Jian, looking at Xiang Chenpeng with a hostile tone: "Others might be afraid of you, but we're not scared of you. Even if your father is a wealthy businessman, he's not really that much richer than us."

The speaker was Ma Ze, who was himself a second-generation wealthy kid. Or rather, only Zhang Liao and the others knew he was one. He could be considered one of the more low-key rich kids in the entire school.

But this also made his identity more mysterious, though Zhang Liao and the others didn't ask too much about it. After all, whether Ma Ze wanted to talk or not didn't matter, as long as he acknowledged them as his bros.

"Is this Zhang Liao's idea?"

Perhaps the whole school knew that Zhang Liao and Ma Ze were like best friends. Whenever one was in trouble, the other would immediately come to the rescue.

Moreover, they usually attended classes at the same time, and with their three other teammates, they moved as one, making their squad one of the more famous buddy groups at school.

If not for the fact that the five of them had fairly normal orientations, people might have thought they were gay.

Now Zhang Liao wasn't speaking, but Ma Ze had opened his mouth, which was a sign everyone understood. If Ma Ze spoke up and Zhang Liao said nothing, it meant he agreed with him.

"Heh, say whatever you want."

Ma Ze shrugged his shoulders. He had no goodwill toward Xiang Chenpeng at all. Just the fact that he used dirty tricks to injure Zhang Liao and prevent him from participating in the competition was something Ma Ze couldn't let go of. And now that they were face to face, there was naturally no chance of a good expression.

Hearing this, Xiang Chenpeng cracked a smile, his face showing arrogance: "Fine, I'm too lazy to talk to you paupers."

"Right now, I just need to settle this guy first."

Xiang Chenpeng set his sights on Hao Jian, the main reason for their team's loss. His previously relaxed expression instantly turned to anger.

For this competition, he had spent nearly one hundred thousand, more than thirty thousand alone to bribe this judging panel. The rest went to school leaders to keep an eye out.

Originally thinking he could win the match, he found his money went down the drain, as he became the runner-up while his opponent took the championship. Could he accept this?

Clearly, he, Xiang Chenpeng, couldn't accept this. What made him even more furious was Hao Jian's merciless defeat, which caused him, a school celebrity, to lose face.

Now he could imagine that once he stepped out, the glances on the street would all comment on today's event. He didn't believe those spectators couldn't see the shady dealing that occurred.

Nobody is stupid, moreover, at the end, Xiang Chenpeng was unscrupulous in his attack against Hao Jian, yet Hao Jian managed to evade those several obvious blows.

But Hao Jian's evasion brought him relief, whereas Xiang Chenpeng and the others weren't so relaxed, because at that time, he sensed the contempt of those spectators.

They held their tongues out of respect for his wealthy second-generation status, but behind the scenes? They would surely talk about today's event.

How cruel is something like this for someone who loves saving face?

It's because of this event that his anger towards Hao Jian increased several times over.

"You dare?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Liao suddenly stood up, looking at Xiang Chenpeng with a warning in his eyes. Judging by his look, if Xiang Chenpeng moved over, Zhang Liao would strike.

"I don't dare?!"

Perhaps this move might have been effective on the usual Xiang Chenpeng, but now being on the basketball court at such a crucial time, Xiang Chenpeng had lost his rationale.

His face twisted with anger as he glared at Hao Jian, who had been silent all along, letting out a shout, he stepped forward and, with a raised fist, aimed it at Hao Jian's face.

"Damn it! Stop!"

Unable to move his legs, Zhang Liao could only watch helplessly, supported by Sun Ning, as Xiang Chenpeng's fist sped towards Hao Jian's face.

"Watch out!"

By this time, Ma Ze's reaction was too slow, his expression anxious. After all, this Hao Jian was the benefactor who saved their team!

Even if he was Zhang Liao's rival in love, didn't Zhang Liao treat this rival fairly courteously?!

"Are you stupid?"

A hand suddenly reached out, directly catching Xiang Chenpeng's punching fist, a slightly mocking voice slowly called out.

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