In reality, if Lei Qi had just been penalized and sent off the court and then apologized to Ma Li, Lin Mo would never have mocked Lei Qi like this. He might not have even joined the game at all.
But later, he sensed Lei Qi’s intentions, and then there was what Coach Long had just said.
Was this even fucking reasonable?!
If that’s how it was going to be, then he might as well see this through to the end.
Lin Mo’s words instantly set Lei Qi off, his face flushing red with rage.
“Shut the hell up!”
“Sorry, but you’re the one who should shut up.”
The next second, Lin Mo vanished from Lei Qi’s sight.
He went for the steal.
Class 2 had already passed the ball.
They were playing it safe with quick, short passes, but midway through, Lin Mo intercepted the ball in an instant.
“Lei Qi! What the hell were you even defending?”
Lei Qi flew into a blood rage and charged straight at Lin Mo.
Seeing Lei Qi coming, Lin Mo smirked disdainfully before leaping into the air.
This was beyond the three-point line, but judging by Lin Mo’s confidence…
Countless thoughts raced through Lei Qi’s mind.
“If I could trip Ma Li, I can trip this Lin Mo too. Coach Long basically implied it, didn’t he? And he’ll definitely cover for me. Worst case, I’ll just apologize. But I’ll make him pay—even if Class 2 loses, I’m still part of the school basketball team!”
Malice surged in his heart.
Lei Qi’s body moved on instinct, rushing forward.
Ultimate. Thunderous. Foot-check.
I’m gonna cripple you!
Lin Mo didn’t even glance at him. Under the coverage of his divine sense, he knew exactly what Lei Qi was planning.
So he came down hard.
As mentioned earlier, both the foot-checker and the victim face risks.
The victim’s danger level is just higher.
But that doesn’t mean the foot-checker walks away unscathed.
Thousand-Pound Drop!
Crack!
A crisp, unmistakable sound rang out.
Swish!
Nothing but net.
But everyone’s eyes were fixed on the person now lying on the ground.
Lin Mo stood tall, while Lei Qi writhed in pain.
“AHHHHHHH—!!!”
A long, agonized scream sent shivers through the crowd.
Even the players from the other game on the adjacent court stopped to stare.
Lei Qi’s shin was bent at a grotesque angle.
Coach Long froze for a second before sprinting onto the court.
He roared at Lin Mo, “What the hell did you do?!”
Lin Mo’s face turned icy. His voice was frigid as he replied, “You’d better think carefully before you speak. Out of respect, I’ll call you Coach Long. Without it? You’re just a bald-ass loser.”
The unyielding tone left Coach Long stunned.
He raised his hand, ready to slap Lin Mo.
Perfect. I was just thinking I didn’t have a reason to hit you, and now you’re handing me one.
Lin Mo caught Coach Long’s wrist with one hand and retaliated with a brutal backhand.
Coach Long went flying.
Yes—flying. A full-grown man sent airborne by a single slap.
A few teeth scattered mid-flight.
Lin Mo stuffed his hands in his pockets.
“Did no one ever tell you? I’m not someone to mess with.”
The crowd stood frozen before rushing toward Lin Mo.
Other gym teachers snapped out of it and hurried over to mediate.
Jiang Daming quickly pulled Lin Mo aside.
Lin Mo lowered his voice. “Teacher, did you get the video?”
Jiang Daming paused, then nodded.
“Keep it safe for now. Send it to me later. Stay out of this—I’ll handle it.”
One sentence was all it took for Jiang Daming to understand Lin Mo’s plan.
“No way. You’re my student. I don’t need the school shielding me. I’m a tenured teacher—sure, Coach Long outranks me, but they can’t just fire me on a whim.”
Lin Mo looked up at him.
“Teacher, I’m the second-ranked student in the whole school. My standing’s way more solid than yours.”
Hard to argue with that.
A top-two student in a prestigious high school? As long as he kept it up, Tsinghua or Peking University were practically guaranteed.
If Guangba High was willing to sacrifice a potential valedictorian over some troublemaking teacher, plenty of other schools would gladly take him in.
But Jiang Daming shook his head.
“No! I’m not some spineless coward. Getting chewed out by the school is better than being laughed at by you kids behind my back.”
Fine. If you’re gonna be this stubborn, teacher, I won’t let you take the fall.
Lin Mo sighed and turned his gaze back to Lei Qi, still crumpled on the ground with his shattered leg.
The other teachers didn’t dare move him—they’d called an ambulance.
If Ma Li’s ankle was injured, Lei Qi’s leg was destroyed.
At least a year before he’d recover, if ever.
And Lin Mo had infused spiritual energy into the strike. No matter how resilient Lei Qi was, his leg would never be the same.
This was his punishment.
If Lei Qi held a grudge over this, Lin Mo wouldn’t mind sending him off for good.
Just a flick of spiritual energy—easy.
By now, the Class 8 players had crowded around Lin Mo.
“Lin Mo, are you okay?!”
Lin Mo shrugged. “Not a scratch. He messed up his own foot-check and paid for it.”
“Not that—Coach Long,” a few said nervously.
“Oh, him? Not great. That bald bastard’s face was too thick—hurt my hand.”
He held up his palm, red and stinging.
But everyone’s eyes were on Coach Long’s face, where a massive handprint was already swelling.
That wasn’t fading anytime soon.
Su Mingzhao watched Coach Long struggling to get up and shuddered.
Lin Mo went easy on me when he hit me.
Terrifying.
The Class 2 players showed little concern for Lei Qi, the would-be foot-checker now crippled.
They didn’t approach, just huddled together, staring at Coach Long and Lei Qi.
As for Lin Mo or Class 8? They didn’t care.
Losing was losing—no need for dirty tricks and refusing to back down.
If Coach Long wasn’t their gym teacher and the basketball coach, they’d have refused to keep playing with Lei Qi long ago.
Dirty. Disgusting. Always running his mouth.
Now that he was done for? Honestly, not the worst outcome.
Not their problem.
Soon, the ambulance arrived.
Coach Long had gotten back on his feet but didn’t dare provoke Lin Mo again.
If looks could kill, Lin Mo would’ve died a hundred times over.
Director Huang arrived with the ambulance—when emergency vehicles showed up, he had to check things out.
And then he spotted Lin Mo.
In a crowd of strangers, people naturally gravitate toward the familiar.
Director Huang walked over and asked casually, “Lin Mo, what happened here?”
“Nothing much. Just a basketball prelim. Some guy tried to foot-check me, ended up with a broken leg. Then Coach Long tried to swing at me without asking questions, so I slapped him into next week.”
As he listened, Director Huang’s expression shifted. He eyed Lin Mo suspiciously.
“…It was you?”
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